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On my way out to work yesterday I saw a bird with a broken wing hopping around. He avoided me as I got closer and I thought about how I could help him. I was late, I couldn’t take him into my home with my cats, I didn’t know if the vet would take him and then he hopped into a bush and I got in my car and drove to work. This felt like another opportunity to do something good and again I’d failed.
Things weren’t perfect, though. Conor was between jobs and we didn’t have much money. Our early forays into home ownership had proven fruitless because we couldn’t afford so much as a fixer upper in the middle of Compton (whereas now we can afford a nice 3 bedroom in the heart of Compton with minimal bullet hole damage. Yay, us!) We hadn’t yet figured out the whole ‘when are we going to breed’ question to our mutual satisfaction and Conor kept nagging me about getting cats, which I was opposed to because I thought I’d end up having to do all the work of taking care of them.
There are people who never leave the house without their little dogs fully dressed in Christian Dior pet ensembles and stuffed gingerly into their handbags. Are those animals better off than they would have been otherwise? Do they enjoy never having to lift a paw to service their own needs – breakfast in bed, a bathroom of wee wee pads mere feet from their beds so they never have to set foot outside? Are they happy?