This morning, one of the cats who share my home is ill and I’m counting the minutes until our appointment with the vet. I don’t know what’s wrong but as I gaze into her stricken eyes, I see faith and trust and I know she’s counting on me to take away the hurt.
I feel so helpless and anxious. If you share your life with nonhuman companions you’ll know this awful feeling – the ultimate language barrier that gives us only a general notion that something is seriously wrong but leaves us powerless to understand exactly what we can do to set things right.
My sweet little girl will be seeing a trusted vet very soon, and her carrier and its cosy blanket are warming by the heater for the journey. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her well again.
Billions of other sentient beings just like my sad little cat have no one to count on. Their hopes, their needs and their wishes have never been regarded, because they have been brought into the world purely as commodities, as resources for human indulgence. Their births, their pitiful existence and their violent, callous deaths are pre-planned for their body parts and secretions to be used to meet the demands of nonvegan consumers.
They will never know what it’s like to have someone that they can count on to end their misery. The only way we can reject our part in their suffering is to be vegan.
For the sake of the billions who have no one to count on, why not start a fresh year by becoming vegan and being their voice?