May 14, 2012
On the subject of dyingViews: Phoenix0000ff
I went outside yesterday to feed the animals when I saw that one of the cats had a bird in her mouth. I took out the trash then decided to take a closer look and found that the bird was alive.
The cat dropped the bird and the bird attempted to fly away with no success.
The delighted cat continued to bite and bat at the bird so I picked her up and took her inside of the house. I gave her food and water but she was more interested in the bird. I decided against allowing her to continue killing it and walked outside to see if the bird was still alive.
I looked down at it.
It looked up at me with it's dying eyes still fidgeting in pain and fear.
I thought to myself what is the best thing to do with this dying creature.
I could euthanize it!
There are intelligent minds who think limiting pain is humane. I could have stomped the bird with my foot or perhaps gotten a shovel and whacked it.
Maybe people need and excuse to kill things sometimes. Maybe the lot of us are like the cat who just want to bite and claw at something until it dies.
It wasn't hard to sympathize with the creature. I seen death in my life - broke bread with murderers, seen children die in lieu or at the hand of an older generation. I know what pain is, Just the other day I had to carry a 4v5 with Jungle Yi just to realize that regardless of how hard it was or how exceptional the act may have been that it has no meaning.
I thought of old friends no longer with me who asked why they should go on living contemplating endless misery in endless pain. Sometimes my life feels like a 4v5 with Jungle Yi. I win sometimes but I feel no joy and forget that Jungle Yi is fun to play.
Choosing death is a trade for life. Nothing for something. Endless potential for endless nothingness. I looked at the bird and saw that even though it was dying I would let it suffer and do nothing.
The next day it flew away.