I’m including two posts that pertain to the misfortune black dogs and cats sometimes suffer when it comes to public perception. Most humane societies will tell you that it’s harder to find homes for black dogs and cats. This post discusses the Black Dogs Project, whose goal is to feature photographs of black dogs in order to dispel some of the biases they face. The infographic below lists some of the difficulties that black cats experience when it comes to finding forever homes:
I have been fortunate and lucky to have shared my life with a number of black animals:
- Lady, my childhood dog
- Kim, the black cat I had as a teenager
- Lucy, the black and white tuxedo rabbit I had as a teenager
- Mikey and Cleo, two black cats I had as an adult
- Atticus and his mother Calpurnia, whom I adopted in September (see picture below. Atticus is on the left).
I think I’m the luckiest person alive to have had these black beauties in my life.
This video by The Farm Sanctuary, highlights pig intelligence based on a 1997 study that showed the animals were just as adept at learning how to play a video game as chimpanzees. The animal advocacy group launched “The Someone Project” last year to point out the discrepancy between those animals humans hold dear and those we eat, despite emotional and cognitive similarities.
In an article published in Rolling Stone, musician Moby explains why he is vegan. Moby sums up his epiphany: Sitting on the stairs I thought, “I love this cat. I would do anything to protect him and make him happy and keep him from harm. He has four legs and two eyes and an amazing brain and an incredibly rich emotional life. I would never in a trillion years think of hurting this cat. So why am I eating other animals who have four (or two) legs, two eyes, amazing brains, and rich emotional lives?”
Moby’s article describes almost perfectly my journey as a vegan. Like Moby, I was born into a household of animals. I still remember the orange tabby cat that lived with us when I was a baby and toddler. The animals in the household grew over the years to include a dog, a pet tortoise, a rescued bird, budgies, rescued rabbits, adopted cats, and so forth. My parents always lived in fear of what stray animal I would bring into the home next. I always assumed the responsibility of caring for them, and they all became part of the family. As a child and teenager, I ate meat, but deep down, I never felt comfortable doing so, as I always pictured the face of the animal I was consuming. When I moved out on my own, I decided that I could no longer eat animals because I loved them too much.
It’s difficult to explain the bond I feel with animals. I am reminded of the line from Jane Eyre, where Mr. Rochester tells Jane that It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. I feel this bond with every animal I encounter, however briefly. Because I live with cats, people refer to me as a cat person, but I’m not; simply, put, I’m an animal person. I love all animals, whether they are covered with fur, feathers, or scales. Like Moby, I first gave up eating meat, but continued to eat fish and seafood; I stopped eating the latter two, as I realized that they are living creatures too. The next step was to embrace veganism, as I could on longer participate in any practices that involved , or contributed to, the suffering of animals, no matter how humane these practices are purported to be. I have followed this lifestyle for twenty-eight years, and have never looked back.
Like Moby, I try not to proselytize or to force my views on others. In this blog, I certainly do make my feelings known about veganism and animal welfare, but it’s because I want to raise awareness, not because I want to preach. I know that my veganism can make some people uncomfortable, but I know that this discomfort is usually more about them rather than me. I have been blessed with family and friends who respect my choices and accept me for them. Not following the norms of behaviour tends to make you an outlier, but when I look at the eyes of animals, as cliché as this sounds, I know that it’s all worth it.
Buzzfeed has issued this tongue-in-cheek list of 57 reasons for going vegan. The Samuel L. Jackson/Jules Winnfield response to the protein question is very tempting, but I’m too Canadian to use it.
This week marks the one-year anniversary of the European Union’s ban on the testing of cosmetics on animals. To celebrate the event, Humane Society International has dedicated this week to highlight the issue of cosmetic testing. In this article, Rebecca Aldworth discusses the continued use of animal testing Canada, which she declares is “distinctly un-Canadian.” As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I’m disappointed that Canada still lags behind other jurisdictions (e.g., Europe, Israel, and India) who have banned cosmetic testing. Speaking on behalf of the Humane Society International, Aldworth hopes that Be Cruelty-Free Canada week will spur Canadians to demand action:
It is our hope and goal that by this time next year, with the support of compassionate Canadians, the Government of Canada will introduce an amendment to the Food and Drugs Act that bans both the testing of cosmetic products and ingredients on animals, as well as the sale of cosmetic products or ingredients subject to new animal tests after a fixed cut-off date. If it does, Canada will join the growing number of countries turning their back on beauty through cruelty, improving consumer safety and animal welfare in one go.
Readers are encouraged to sign this pledge. I know that people can be cynical about the effectiveness of such pledges, but they have been proven to be successful for other animal welfare campaigns.