Oh, my heart was broken last week. Broken by the sight of those dogs.
I don’t know if you went to that website, or if you looked at the series of photos titled Discarded, but I did.
Allan was a little frustrated with me, I think. Why do you look at those things?
I guess it’s kind of like a fear. You have to conquer a fear to get over it, right? In a way, I think I needed to look at those images to stop being so afraid of it, to stop being so affected by it.
I need to accept that this happens. It happens and it shouldn’t. It happens and it’s terribly sad. It happens and there are people out there doing their very best to make it stop, but it still happens. And it’s out of my control.
Looking at the images of those dogs being euthanized hurt me down to the bottom of my soul – I swear – but it’s the thing I’m most afraid of as far as my love of animals is concerned. And I saw it. I looked at it. I cried and I cried, but I also hope that, in a way, I made my skin a little thicker.