This cuts deep. That question about whether the hawk spent its last moments terrorfied rather than peacefully is the kind of thing that sticks with you. I've wrestled with similar doubts after trying to help injured animals, wondering if our instict to intervene is more about easing our own discomfort than actually helping. The bit about nature being a more reliable adjudicator than human sentiment feels painfully true.
This cuts deep. That question about whether the hawk spent its last moments terrorfied rather than peacefully is the kind of thing that sticks with you. I've wrestled with similar doubts after trying to help injured animals, wondering if our instict to intervene is more about easing our own discomfort than actually helping. The bit about nature being a more reliable adjudicator than human sentiment feels painfully true.
This essay made me at once think and cry.
So real Jim. I still wonder if I did ok when Poppy was dying. Sigh. Beautiful post.
I know you did, Cyd. There was never as well-tended a doggy as Poppy!
Incredible post!