Sunday, September 11, 2005

going once going twice....sold


I went to the auction yards today with my mom, sister, nieces and nephew. Had a huge lunch and spent the afternoon looking at perdyful hors-ies. Then went to the barn helped bring in the horses and feed them. I came home with a monster headache from the auctioneer's voice over the loudspeaker though.

They have been having a cat problem out at the stable. By cat I mean Couger. By problem I mean attacking the horses in the middle of the day. The bad kitties got a good kicking from two of the mares though and now they are rotating the geldings and stallions out into the pastures. Equine security I guess. But Tazz and Nugget got all scratched to hell and are jittery now when they never used to be before.

My mom and sister laughed at me because when they show me injuries on the horses I just bawl. I have a great empathy for animals and everyone teases me for it, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I have been asked why then that I would not have become a veterinarian. The answer is simple; I could never be one because I cannot handle animal suffering. I can't see the pain first hand. I am compassionate towards people too but it is far stronger when it comes to animals because there is a sense of vulnaribility in animals, especially pets who have no control over their lives.

I guess I went off in some odd direction there, sorry. Good night, I am goin to SLEEP for many many hours now.

2 comments:

Atomic Bombshell said...

I share your overabundance of empathy... After the first 5 minutes of that old movie "Orca" where the baby flops out onto the deck of the boat, I spent the rest of the two hours crying.

GrooveTheory said...

My goodness! I haven't been here in ages, didn't I? But you know I still adore you Jess, right? Anyhoo, I can actually see you being a Vet, but just like you, I don't think I can handle animal suffering either ... well, except rats.