Not a number, a person

My friend Lexy posted this story on Facebook last night:

“I found Angus collapsed at the side of a road in the pouring rain on Wednesday, in the middle of nowhere; he was a hill sheep with no sign of a farm house for miles. I had no way of knowing who his “guardian” was and of course I couldn’t leave him as he was very poorly. He is skin and bone, dehydrated, malnourished and fighting an abcess infection. I don’t think he would have lasted the night. He couldn’t hold his own head up let alone walk.

We went to the vet yesterday and he got all he needed (wormer, vitamins injection, sub-cut fluids and antibiotics). He’s now taking his bottle like a champ, he can hold his head up on his own and he even stood up late last night! He loves cuddles and once he’s had his bottle he likes to snuggle into me and go to sleep. He is so precious.

Angus so desperately wants to live. All we can do now is hope his strong fighting spirit can see his fragile body through the next few days and on his way to a very happy future as Angus, loved and valued for who he is and not as a commodity whose value is measured in £ signs.

Little guys like Angus bring home the horrors to which we subject so many beings; not just the transport and slaughter, but being ill, hungry, cold, thirsty, lonely, sad, desperate, hopeless and afraid throughout their lives. Angus will never know those things again but how many are suffering like him?”

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“Angus’ light went out at 7:30 this morning. I knew late last night that his little body couldn’t fight any more and he was leaving this world. We lay together all night by the woodburner and I held him and told him how special he is. I begged him to keep fighting and told him his garden was waiting for him, and he would feel the sun on him, but he just couldn’t fight any longer. I wish I had a magic wand but sometimes the only thing we can do is make the end easier, and much as my heart is in a thousand pieces I would do it a million times more and I’m so eternally grateful that I met him.

His passing was very peaceful and he was warm, safe, and so very loved. I’m sorry, I can’t find any more words just now but thank you all for caring so much for him, for all your kindness for him, I can’t even express how much it means to me. Thank you for caring so much for all of them. Not just caring, but choosing not to be part of the horror our species creates. He was born a commodity but he died as Angus, the special, unique, wonderful person he was. Goodnight, precious little man xx”

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