Ok wow I am really upset by this. My brain won't let it go.
When I was a little kid I used to go outside and wish on stars. "Wish I may wish I might first star I see tonight..." I mean I'd actually go out after dark, purposefully NOT look at the sky and lay down on my back on the ground w/my eyes closed. Then I'd open my eyes and then let fate decide which star I would see first, and that would be the one I'd wish on that night.
One of my wishes was that all the doggies in the world would sleep well, warm and fed and loved that night. I used to wish that I'd work in a lab and have my very own microscope (which I did eventually get). And of course I also used to wish for lipstick and eye shadow and high heels too. Hey, you gotta cover your needs, right?
While sitting in volunteer orientation today I was reminded of that wish and felt really good about being there. But then when I realized it was a kill shelter and saw the euthanasia videos it was like "NO! That's like a jeanie in a bottle kinda wish, where you get someone else's twisted version of your wish."
Sure, all the doggies in the world will sleep well tonight, warm and fed and loved...in their GRAVE.
My path is marked. I must do something about this.
When I was a little kid I used to go outside and wish on stars. "Wish I may wish I might first star I see tonight..." I mean I'd actually go out after dark, purposefully NOT look at the sky and lay down on my back on the ground w/my eyes closed. Then I'd open my eyes and then let fate decide which star I would see first, and that would be the one I'd wish on that night.
One of my wishes was that all the doggies in the world would sleep well, warm and fed and loved that night. I used to wish that I'd work in a lab and have my very own microscope (which I did eventually get). And of course I also used to wish for lipstick and eye shadow and high heels too. Hey, you gotta cover your needs, right?
While sitting in volunteer orientation today I was reminded of that wish and felt really good about being there. But then when I realized it was a kill shelter and saw the euthanasia videos it was like "NO! That's like a jeanie in a bottle kinda wish, where you get someone else's twisted version of your wish."
Sure, all the doggies in the world will sleep well tonight, warm and fed and loved...in their GRAVE.
My path is marked. I must do something about this.