Thursday, March 12, 2009
Theme Thursday... animals
This is my first thematic post, (find the other culprits here) and because it's animals, I just couldn't resist. I'm a total softie for animals, wishing I could make things better for them in general, and sharing my life and home with many over the years. I've never counted the number of cats and dogs I've rescued, saved, neutered, fostered and loved, but I know they add up to dozens and dozens and dozens. Birds and bunnies, horses and pooches, kittens and cats and even turtles, possums and squirrels have quartered with me at one time or another.
Those helpless little faces, those eyes begging for love and understanding. How could I not answer the call?
And today I wish to share a little secret: I also rescue homeless stuffed animals.
I know there are more of you out there who share my compassion for these, the cast-aside, the forgotten and forlorn. They number in the millions; helpless creatures once-treasured for their fine fake fur, silken ears and polyester-plumped little bellies, their bright glassy eyes now clouded with despair.
Stained with the tears of old sorrows, their hapless little faces peer hopefully from the shelves of thrift shops and second-hand stores. Their threadbare little limbs poke out of yard-sale boxes, tossed there with the callous indifference of capitalists bent on gleaning some further mean and meager sum - as if all their years of dedication were not enough penance...
Never mind how they were there for us when we needed them: when we were frighted of the dark or when our hearts were broken, or when we needed someone to hug when no one understood. They listened without judgment or censure.
Like tokens of love from a now-defunct relationship, we are embarrassed now by their very presence in our domain. They remind us of our fragility; they frighten us with their knowledge of our deepest fears. And so they are scorned, cast away, abandoned, forsaken.
Here now are the faces of some of the wretched and forgotten.
See how their faces are careworn; etched with love passed on, tattered by disappointments and frayed with anxiety.
See how they ask for nothing except to be loved.
Can you turn away, unmoved?
Open your heart and your home to those who have served us well in our time of need. Hug an animal today... stuffed or otherwise...
(It'll be our little secret.)
Like the Velveteen Rabbit, it's the loving that makes it all real.