IF WE WERE ANIMALS

Here, for this very reason I cry. Because animals don’t make false promises, false expectations, they don’t pretend like us humans. They don’t promise to always be there, they just are. You don’t have to explain to them why you cry, you don’t have to pretend to look great if you feel small, they love you as you are. They become more, they become protective brothers or loyal friends. They ask for nothing in return but your loyalty. Their eyes say: “I am there, but you stay.” And when the time comes to say goodbye it is impossible not to cry, not to suffer, not to think that they too have the same feelings you are experiencing. I do not cry an animal, I cry the loyalty that I have lost.
Create an app inspired by Pokemon in which, however, through your mobile that acts as a pokedex, you scan the animals using the phone’s camera and add them to your memory So like pokemon but based on animals and possibly also plants This could lead people to appreciate nature and animals more often. To go to the kennels and see the reality of how certain unfortunate dogs live. It would be a very nice thing in my opinion. Why does no one do it? Make a Tinder-like app with kennel dogs and fall in love with them that will surely give you more love than many empty and unaffective people.
Hedgehogs often come to eat in front of my house, they steal my cats’ kibble. They’re so cute. Sometimes they go to my garden and drive my dogs crazy because they don’t understand what animal it is. Hedgehogs are poisoned by various insecticides, one more reason to avoid toxic products in the garden; metaldehyde snails, for example, are particularly dangerous for these animals.
When did we humans begin to dig the furrow that separates us from the world that should be our own, namely the animal one? Because this we are, animals. When did we begin to cultivate the utter disharmony that is the new normal today?
I cried this morning. Thinking about how much this nature is now alien to us, thinking about all the evil we are capable of towards other living beings, thinking about the bottomless pit of our hypocrisy. Yes, this morning I too cried out of guilt because I am part of that infesting race that is destroying the planet and sowing death among its inhabitants, who in some animals see only food, amusement, objects to use. I cried because, even if I have been trying to do my part for some time now, it is still not enough. Man is also an animal, an evolved ape who has forgotten what it means to live in symbiosis with the surrounding environment. We have not eaten other animals for over a year now and this is a choice that makes us happy but also more aware. Unfortunately, it is not enough to alleviate the burden of a fault that is too great for us, which overwhelms us as a species and not as individuals. We act as if everything is due to us and we can’t even understand how absurd it is.
Hong Kong Zoo’s two giant pandas, Ying and Lee, arrived at their large enclosure in 2007. The vets had tried in every way to get them to mate but they never succeeded. Then came the coronavirus. The zoo was closed to the public. And it finally happened. Pandas in the silence of the world made love for the first time. When man stops and stops rebuilding the world at will, nature returns to design his life.
They tell you don't cry.

They tell you it's just a dog, not a person.

They tell you it will pass.

They tell you that animals don't know they have to die.

They tell you that the important thing is not to make them suffer.

They tell you you can have another one.

They tell you it's going to happen.

They tell you that there are more unbearable pains.

But they don't know how many times you've looked your dog in the eye.

They don't know how many times it was you and your dog that looked into the dark.

They don't know how many times your dog has been the only one who has been by your side.

They don't know that the only one who hasn't judged you is your dog.

They don't know how scared you were the night her moans woke you up.

They don't know how many times your dog has slept next to you.

They don't know how much you've changed since the dog became a part of your life.

They don't know how many times you hugged him when he was sick.

They don't know how many times you pretended not to see when her hair got whiter and whiter.

They don't know how many times you've talked to your dog, the only one who really listens to you.

They don't know how good you have been for your dog.

They don't know it was only your dog who knew you were in pain.

They don't know what feelings your dog made you feel.

They don't know what it's like to see your senior dog making an effort to come and say hello.

They don't know that when things went wrong, the only one who hasn't gone is your dog.

They don't know that your dog trusts you, in every moment of his life, even at the last moment.

They do not know how much your dog loved you, and what little he needed to be happy, because you were enough for him.

They don't know that crying for a dog is one of the noblest, most meaningful, true and cleanest things you can do.

They don't know about the last time you moved him with difficulty ... being careful not to hurt him.

They don't know what you felt when you caressed his face in the last moments of his life.

 

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