dog

if ever there was a creature on earth close to spiritual perfection, it is the dog. yet everyday i am subjected to images of this wonderful creature being starved, beaten, neglected, abandoned, poisoned or shot just for being a dog.

these images are horrifying in their own right and in their display of mans dark nature. they are unremitting and unrelenting. they take no emotional prisoners, wreaking heartbreak at every turn.

it is impossible to look at these tragic images without sensing the suffering of these sentient beings. their eyes hollow and lost, heads downcast. trying to be small in a large, hostile human landscape.

yet look i keep doing, as my heart turns in its tears...

to forget any holocaust is to create another