Life goes on...?

I saw death today for the first time. Like not the result thereof. Death in action. We had to put Stripes to sleep. My Dad held her. I turned away. But not before she went limp. She's my kitty. I love her. She was in such a good mood too, especially for being at the vet. Not that I regret it, I'm sure it was the right thing to do for her. Right? Yeah...

But it got me thinking, through my tears...can you imagine, I mean, really imagine, living in a wartorn area of the world? Where young children accept death as a sort of way of life, part of the way things are? Watching a loved one die at the hands of another... I mean, my cat died in the most humane way possible...what if you were forced to watch your family member be tortured? Even just imagining someone I know getting tortured is horrible, but someone I love? While I was watching?

I got a poster in the mail today:

People are being tortured;
Why should you care?

Torture is a sin.
Torture doesn't work.
Torture hurts everyone.

All who torture,
All who order torture
All who let torture happen,
Must be held accountable.

As followers of the tortured
And risen
Jesus,
We must stop torture.

Together we can.
Know. Care. Act.


I think maybe I will take that job in D.C. this summer...
www.nrcat.org