Life

11/4/22

I heard the sounds of growling dogs out my window. The Kittens!!! The kittens!!! I ran outside to see their nursery knocked down and two pit bulls in the bushes. I checked the destruction looking for life. The babes were scared hissing at me the loudest they could as I lifted their den. Then I saw the first casualty. A grey kitten’s neck rung lifeless. The dogs watched, I ran inside to grab a metal pole. I wanted to kill these dogs, these murderers.

I ran out with a metal pole and a stick and charged at the hounds. But they did not fight back, nor did they growl. The grey bitch moved away while the black and white boy laid down. It was as if he was prostrating. I shewed them again and they just wagged their tails. They weren’t evil they were just stray dogs. I thought to myself this is natures paradox. These dogs butchered a poor kitten yet they were kind dogs, friendly.

I walked back to the bushes looking for the other kittens that were missing. Another grey kitten hid in the bushes still. The poor kitten must have been thrown in the frenzy. He was unharmed and his eyes showed innocence still. Then I found the black and white kitten laying in the furthest bush. It seemed dead but when I touched it life sprung from it. It’s body was covered in drool from the dogs, but it didn’t have any noticeable injury. I grabbed it and saw its fatality. It mouth was torn. I sat it back down.

Poor kitten it was hanging on to life. The mothers returned to the scene. They checked their kittens, they mourned as I sat in vigil over the dead and injured. The dogs returned wagging their tails seeking a petting. And I just stared. This is natures paradox, their is no good, there is no evil, there is only what is.

I have seen life brought into this world without reason and now I have seen death with out reason. Some would say they would never see dogs the same, that they would hate them forever, but why? Is it not in a dogs nature to attack and why would I wish otherwise. Who am I to fight the reality of what is. Yes I mourn, Yes I cry as I listen to the cries of this injured kitten hanging on desperately. I will not fight reality or wish I could have prevented this. This is life, a small example of what is, what can be.