The Shadow of a World

 

I’ve been querying agents the past week.

I feel pretty good that I measured up to their guidelines and specifications. I worked hard to do so. Now it’s the waiting game to see if my manuscript measures up as well.

So, I’m back to writing short stories. One month to go, and the day job begins.

The biggest obstacle I face as a writer isn’t writer’s block. Or distractions like social media. Or even insecurity and fear. It’s the feeling of indulgence.

Just sitting around writing while the world burns. Or melts. And toxifies. Beautiful, lovely, diverse species are going extinct by the minute, and I’m here printing out reams of paper in the same minute.

I try to write stories with a message; horror in which the natural world has agency; can fight back against people.  Such as Anne R. Allen and Ruth Harris bring up in their “Rogue Characters” blog post from yesterday.

But they’re just stories. Do they change anything?

I try to tell myself that I’m doing everything I can to minimize the space I take up on the planet, like recycling (Well, recycling properly now, anyway, thanks to this tweet.)

I’ve been vegetarian since 1992. I’m trying (or, continuing to fail at) becoming vegan. But I have plenty of replacement options, courtesy of PETA’s vegan kit, as well as blog posts like this.

But it still haunts me. So many animals and plants and everything else giving way to humans on this planet. And, while I’m staring at my blank piece of paper that a tree gave up its life for so that I can write another story, my mind wanders into some dark places.

How is that we humans have practically zero restrictions on reproduction? People out there even having twenty or more kids in one family unit. But the alternative is just as terrible and unconscionable, as history has shown us: extermination,  concentration camps, forced sterilization, tracts on/beliefs in eugenics. But, still, over seven billion people on the planet? When is enough going to be enough? And there’s people out there debating a women’s right to choose? Seriously? I chose. I chose not to bring children into the world. Chose not to add to the human population. But every day; at work, running errands, I get asked “Do you have kids?” and it’s like the end of the world, the end of my existence and worth when I say no. Which is completely illogical, because the world is, maybe not ending, but is certainly being destroyed at a speed-of-light pace.

I was thinking how strange it was that humans have free will to reproduce as much as they want, but, in addition to the number of species going extinct (I found it interesting, and appropriately chilling, how Joseph Nebus incorporated the subject into his blog post, today.), animals we consider as our live-in companions–pets, essentially–face euthanasia in shelters because of overpopulation. And that’s the humane alternative because people can’t be bothered to spay or neuter their pets, or want some mythical perfect breed pet created in a puppy mill instead of adopting a shelter animal awaiting its forever home. And let’s not talk about that when they get sick of having that trendy animal around and dump it either on the street or to that same shelter environment. It beats being neglected, abandoned, starved to death, abused and a million other ways humans treat our domesticated animal companions.

I know what goes on in shelters. I’ve worked in them for years, and as an animal rescue volunteer. I’ve been on cases involving hoarders. Seen a dog kept on a tiny apartment porch crammed with trash and nothing but a plastic tub filled with slimy green water to drink. Gone into the shelter to take the animals to the adoption site while your heart breaks when nobody wants the sweetest dog, cat, rabbit, etc. times six million that ever lived. But that’s nothing to how it feels when you go into the shelter and that animal you’ve tried so hard to get adopted lost its last chance at a forever home just the day before.

And I’m not criticizing the animal shelters out there, by any means. They are just trying to make the best of a no-win situation brought about by the large numbers of irresponsible and thoughtless pet owners.

A fellow horror writer I follow on Twitter had this to say: https://twitter.com/DoomGoat666/status/1145082969712996352.

I’m gutted. It’s personal for me. I’ve been there, on the animal rescue front. But, sometimes it doesn’t always end badly. Like the day I was walking into the shelter and saw someone dump a cardboard box at the end of the sidewalk. I tend to be curious, so I went over to the box. It was all taped up. And then a tiny cat paw stuck out of one of the holes I now noticed were punched into the side of the box. Florida, in July, and those kittens wouldn’t have lasted very long out there in the hot sun. But they survived because I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Which is why I’m so, so glad there’s still people out there like Ben Fitts that are trying to make a difference. Working for organizations like the ASPCA.

It makes the real world a little less horrific.

 

Stray Dogs and Mad…Owners.

 

I rescued yet another stray/unwanted/dumped animal this week.

This one was a scared puppy running around; collar with no tags, and most likely without a microchip.

Animal Control came and got it.

It was not neutered, of course.

I’m keeping watch on the shelter website. Will call to check on the pup today.

No lost pet ads for a dog matching that description.

I’m hoping since it had a collar, it has a frantic owner out there. 

If it’s not claimed, that means another animal waiting for a forever home in the shelter.

Or the even more unfortunate and heart-breaking alternative of being euthanized.

Because there are too many irresponsible and fickle pet owners, and not enough homes for their unwanted animals.

So, please, if you adopt an animal, make sure you are in for the long haul. Some pets may even outlive you, so think ahead and plan for the animal’s future in your will and in your estate planning.

Choose the right pet for your household. Many shelters are more than happy to assist you in picking the right pet, to ensure placement success! Oftentimes, parents and guardians get trendy pets for their children that require a lot of care and special attention, like rabbits, which may not be the most suitable pet for a household with young children. An older, more sedate and calm dog or cat is probably a better choice than an animal that requires special handling to avoid injury to both animal and child.

Senior pets are often overlooked in shelters but make wonderful pets. My own two cats lived to be 20 and 21, respectively.

Moving with animals is relatively easy with the right planning–there’s no need to leave them behind. And leaving them locked in an empty house or apartment carries the risk that they will not be discovered in time to save them from a torturous demise.

Some may take affront to this post. I’m not going to apologize. Over a million healthy, lovable, adoptable pets are euthanized each year in the United States alone, based on recent statistics i retrieved from this website: https://www.aspca.org/animal-homelessness/shelter-intake-and-surrender/pet-statistics.

There’s no reason why you have to adopt a breed dog. Not when you can search Petfinder for the type of dog you want. Not when many of those pets come from puppy mills, or have many issues and illnesses from inbreeding. And many breed animals/designer pets end up in shelters because their owners were following a trend and got rid of the animal when it was passe’ or too much work.

And, I’m a firm supporter that spaying and neutering your pets should be mandatory in every state in the United States.

Letting your animal breed is just as irresponsible as abandoning your pet. Especially when there are low-cost (or even free) spay/neuter programs sponsored by animal shelters and/or animal rescue groups.

Lastly, keep your dog leashed. If you have a fenced area they can’t escape from, that’ll probably be good too. Definitely keep your cat indoors. Cats are free-roaming*, and risk not only being a nuisance to your bird-loving neighbours (cats’ impact on local wildlife populations is extremely detrimental) but also prevents them from being attacked by wildlife or dogs. 

Please don’t leave your dog alone in the yard all day. Both dogs and free-roaming/outdoor cats are easy prey for individuals who scour neighbourhoods for pets to use as bait animals in dog-fighting, or capture them to sell to labs for animal testing.

In the same light, do not post your animal for free in the want ads. They are also a source for people to gain animals for the two situations listed above.

*TNR feral cats are a little different situation. But, they still need to be fixed and have shots. I have two myself that had been abandoned, and which I took on the duties of being their colony manager. I’m still working on socializing them in hopes they will be indoor cats at some point.

 

 

 

 

Surreal (Slow, Sleepy, Sad, Sullen) Sunday

Today is Food Stamps day, so I have go shopping. I dread shopping. Even though I have my list handy (that I work on in the weeks in-between food stamp days), I always seem to forget something. Food Stamp Day has fallen on a weird day. It’s come after the Saturday Farmers’ Market, so I can’t get all my shopping done in one fell swoop. Poor me, right? *wry laugh* Imagine if I was a gatherer in a hunter/gatherer community. “Oh dear, I forgot to get some wild garlic. Now, I’ll have to go back out and get some.” And then I would get eaten by some fierce nocturnal animal because the garlic spot was miles away and I didn’t make it back before dark. Not that the stew wouldn’t have been burned by then, anyway.

I had a weird dream I had moved into a new apartment, but I was forgetting something (a hint of the grocery shopping day looming?) in the move. The apartment was in a European city, maybe in Germany, and I was embroiled in this undefined mystery. Plus, I was trying to get settled into my apartment community, and I kept forgetting to take stuff to my new apartment from the place I live in now. Like one of my cats. Like a bed, which I brought anyway, and then realised there was a bed already in the apartment. I was trying to get everything sorted so that I could begin my new life, but I kept screwing it up. I never did get things fixed, because I heard one of the feral cats outside and it woke me up.

I miss having a indoor cat companion so much. Although, I realise I’ve been really lucky (or smart) in the cats I picked. For the most part, they were such good kitties. They were also older cats by the time I adopted them. Everybody seems to want kittens, but I can’t imagine why. Older cats are fantastic…sweet, calm, mellow, patient, loving. Kittens can be that, too, eventually, but somebody I know just took in a kitten that showed up at their house. But they get into everything. Running all over like a demon, jumping all over you, attacking you in play nonstop. This little sucker even managed to tear off the sofa cover in about a few minutes’ time. Better them than me, seriously, as cute as the little monster is.

I am officially a fan of older, more sedate cats–the ones that so often get overlooked in shelters. Even senior cats rock! It’s so nice to have them just curl up on your lap for hours, or curl up with you at night. They embody meditation and stillness and just radiate peace and contentment. Comfort in a little purr-body.

Find your old-kitty gem at a shelter today. Or an older dog. #AdoptDontShop https://www.petfinder.com/

I mean, look at these sweet loves. How can you resist?

https://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/39403911

https://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/39403908