Willow, a one day old baby Giraffe with its mother.
Picture credit: Ralph Daily
I had no intention of writing today, but coming upon this story and the petition that accompanied it, changed that in a heartbeat.
For as long as I can remember, the Giraffe has been the object of my affection and admiration.
There is something so regal, so fragile, so graceful, so endearing about them, how could you not love them.
In my lifetime, I have, with little shame, amassed a collection of Giraffes in every form, all manner of clothing, toys for my children and my dogs of course, stationary, Christmas cards, birthday cakes, Giraffes made of paper, wood, copper, bisque, brass, you name it, if it is a Giraffe anything, I have it.
In my defense, many of the above were gifts, as my love of this animal was well-known.
But apparently, not everyone loves or cherishes…
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The story tears my heart in pieces. It is so awful and those who inflict such suffering are not worthy to walk the earth with the animals it harms.
December 12, 2013 at 10:03 PM
Sorry to upset you but I thought it was important to post. 😞Ellen
December 16, 2013 at 3:56 PM
Ellen. Things like that always upset me. But it is needful to know them. I could share horror stories about my experiences in animal health. I just don’t cause it is so harsh to share things I do know. Don’t worry my dear. It didn’t cripple me. It just makes my heart ache and my prayers for the world to increase.
December 16, 2013 at 4:31 PM