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you don’t know what it’s like .  to put things in cages.Since my son was four, I have done this. Put things in cages.  Away from me. The hell. I live in. you don’t know it. You can’t. These animals. they don’t know how to adjust. Like my son does. They haven’t had the time nor the inclination. i can’t do this.  i don’t know how. to adjust to this sort of confinement.

and it hurts. This pain.

Sentencing someone who has never known a cage. A cage. An entrapment. And I cannot let them out for fear of loss. I don’t want my cats hit by cars or eaten by coyotes. Because no one knows better. No one knows these things. Means nothing compared to my animals. my life, my heart. Still beats for these animals. More than human life. So much more. Our animals. Our children. Our lives. Are they not interchangeable? I hurt. For them. for things they should not know. Yet they do.

i am so sorry. So sorry…

~ by tsukineko on 8 November 2008.