Boy, is it ever time to make the donuts-plant based, of course. I have been away from blogging for more than two weeks and this is never a good thing for me. Why not?-because my blogging is my advocacy for nonhuman beings who suffer daily for our wants, not needs – beings who never get to take one minute off, never mind two and half weeks. My intention is to relieve daily suffering and to contribute in some small way to the liberation of all such beings. So, being away is not an easy decision. But here is why I was. On December 31st we decided to sell our family home-the place where we have spent the last nearly 31 one years (half of my life) and the place where we raised our kids. Fast forward to yesterday and the house is sold after nearly of month of getting ready to sell and not quite two weeks of the house being on the market. That is good news! It did not take very long to sell, but the down side is that now we need to find a new house. We have done a bit of house searching, but the real race begins tomorrow and that leaves today to bang out a post for you, my readers, and for me and most especially, for the beings for whom I write.
Getting the rust out of my house selling and house searching brain is proving to be challenging, but while perusing Facebook this morning, I came upon a post from one of my favorite Sanctuaries, Edgars’ Mission, down in Australia. Of course, the post and the video left me in tears-for two reasons. I find most happy ending stories about nonhumans incredibly heartwarming and, because I wear my heart on my sleeve, the waterworks are never far below the surface. Secondly, but most importantly, I find the message behind the story so sad and so unnecessary. The heroine of this story is Clarabelle the cow, a former dairy cow who is now living in a heaven of sorts, protected forever by Pam Ahern and all the good people at Edgar’s Mission. I am sure that Clarabelle feels very safe in her forever home, but the history of her life is permanently etched in her emotional being.
You see, being a dairy cow means that someone has determined that her job is to supply to humans the milk that is meant her babies. And, so it follows that to obtain this milk, the dairy cow must be artificially impregnated by humans (without consent of course), the result of which is a little baby who is automatically and cruelly stolen shortly after birth. The mother does not know that the little girl babies will meet the same fate to which she has been sentenced and that the little boy babies are killed shortly after birth or imprisoned in a small box, crate or enclosure, deprived of proper nutrition and soon killed for veal. All she knows is that the baby to whom she has given birth, the baby she loves and wants to nurture, as is her inalienable right, has been stolen from her. She mourns for days bellowing, searching, grieving. When the overt protestations end, the mother cow seems to forget all about the loss of her baby as the process of unwillingly providing milk begins again. That’s what we think, anyway, because we don’t believe in the emotional lives of cows, pigs, ducks, aquatic animals-essentially, everyone who is not us. But does she forget?
Well, Clarabelle did not forget. You see, Clarabelle was pregnant with a little baby and when the time came to give birth, she did so in secret and hid her baby in the woods adjoining the pasture she calls home. But she gave herself away with her furtive looks back to her baby’s hiding place and her milk filled udder. Her two day or so old calf was found on Valentine’s Day by the caring staff and named in honor of her discovery. Little Valentine is safe and will never be taken from her mother. And yet, Clarabelle continues to nestle her baby in the tall grass, not quite believing that there will be no more heartbreak for her with the loss of yet another child.
Annie’s Vegan View
We are not the only species who lives, loves, nurtures, laughs, cavorts…. We are not the only species who has a right just to be. In stealing from other species we demean and sentence ourselves to a life of emotional poverty and soullessness. We deprive our own children of the beauty and innocence of living in harmony and peace with all beings.
The good news is, there is a simple solution. And that is just to stop- metaphorically speaking, to stop and smell the roses!- to grant freedom that should never have been stolen, to restore our so called humanity and to save ourselves in the saving of others.
May all beings be happy and free.