Plenty of time has passed, since I was so moved by a story. Real, raw, beautiful.
I have lived through the death of beings very close to me. Beings I loved (I still do) with all my heart, who shared their lives with me for many years. Beings who are usually less fortunate than humans, but in this case, being animals, are allowed a certain kind of death. Vets call it euthanasia, but when it comes to our species, this word is one of the greatest taboos of our times. But... how can anybody refuse a painless -as painless as possible- departure from this world, to someone going through such suffering? How can the merciful act of sparing at least some of the sufferance to a living being be something so many are so against, as a principle... when we all live such different lives, and die such different deaths?
And, how can the caring for a living being, be considered unworthy of our time and efforts?
That's all. Art should move us inside. And this, to me, is art.
A Mind full of Ideas