I cried this evening, and this time it had nothing to do with you. But it was so typical of me that I have to tell you about it.
I broke my News Moratorium tonight - I actually watched the local and national news. Don't ask me why. I needed some background television while I worked, and everything else was worse. It was a local news story that got me.
John, on July 4th some teenagers gave a puppy a lighted firecracker. Well, you know what I did - I started crying and grabbed the dog. I hugged and kissed him, and apologized for the behavior of my species. That's what I've always done when I heard about dog abuse, and I know you're not surprised. The national ASPCA got involved and charges have been filed, which is the good news. It doesn't help the poor puppy that they killed, but it may prevent injury to other creatures. It just breaks my heart.
I'm my grandfather Keistler's grandchild. Mama used to tell me how he'd cry his heart out every time he had to kill a chicken for food for his family. And if it talked to him on the way to the chopping block, he'd have to put it down and get another. And now, after it rains, I go on worm patrol and put them back in the grass before they get dry and die. I come by it honestly.
I'll probably cry my self to sleep tonight, for that poor dog, and every creature - human and otherwise - that has suffered at the hands of those who should have protected it. And I'll go back on my news moratorium - this is what I get for watching the news. God bless the beasts and the children.
Love you so, so much,