I have always believed in the sanctity of life, not just for human beings, as it is most commonly referenced as, but for all creatures.

I was and am that person who when seeing a dead animal on the side of the road, would immediately feel intense sorrow and pray to God that the creature’s be healed and sent to heaven. It might sound silly to you but it is true.

I once hit a cat when driving late at night. As soon as I heard the bump I pulled over and started crying, begging for God’s forgiveness. When I got to my house (it was only a few blocks away) my dad started laughing, saying “don’t be sad, you saved the world of another rodent.” I can barely kill spiders bigger than a speck, because one time I killed one and heard a pop…never again.

I just feel bad whenever I hurt any creature…my rule: don’t bother me and I won’t bother you. I just truly believe that just because I am bigger doesn’t mean that I have the right to end lives.

Now I am sure you are wondering why I have a picture of a chicken at the top of my post and now I shall explain. The chicken’s name is Chicken, it was one of four chickens my mother raised to lay eggs. I say was because the other three chickens died, one as a result of being attacked by another animal and the other two from heat stroke. We had had the chickens for several months…they were so annoying at first, following around everywhere but then I grew to love them.

Now there is only one, and she cries, trust me if you heard her you would know, every morning, mourning the loss of her companions. So I am sure you’ve already guessed it but I need to state it: my mother is giving it to my stepfather to kill. When I heard the news I was furious, who are we to say the end? But then my mother told me about the chicken crying every morning, I guess I used to sleep through it, and I instantly understood why.

You see to her this was a mercy killing, or at least that is what she had convinced herself, and in the typical “waste not want not philosophy of my family…they are going to eat it. I say they because in honor of Chicken, I’ve decided to become a temporary or maybe permanent Fish & Turkey a-tarian (I already don’t eat pork or beef) whenever I am at her house.

It’s crazy that this is happening and I’ve heard it before, “it’s only a chicken”. But maybe it’s that I fear that one day, much like Kazuo Ishiguro’s novel Never Let Me Go, (that was adapted into a movie of the same name, starring Keira Knightley, Carey Mulligan, & Andrew Garfield) we will one day become a society where life is not sacred, a society where life is sacrificed in order to protect the many.

Of course maybe the problem is just simply that I read too many dystopian novels & watch too many dystopian movies and TV shows (Dollhouse anyone???), but I doubt it, even though that is something I plan to change…they get to you after a while.

But like Keira Knightley’s character states…what does it matter anyway…we all get completed (die) in the end.

R.I.P. Chicken…thank you for being you…and for your eggs 🙂

Whimsically Yours,

PnC

Written by Patrice

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