My coffee table is groaning with "tons" of mail and literature. I keep on promising myself that all its contents will be quickly read and addressed. Ha Ha! You guessed it. Easier said then done. Oh well, some day some one will come into my house and just swipe all the contents into the recycling bin. Of course, I'll probably be in the hospital or the morgue for this to happen.
Do other people have this problem? Probably yes if they care about addressing animal cruelty or human cruelty. And probably no -- if neatness is their "thing" and is more important than compassion.
Today I am re-reading the account of Ben who was one of the Woodley hoarder victims. A Jack Russell terrier, he was born on the Woodleys' property, which was full of crates and cages. Three hundred dogs were confined in them. The writer describes what she sees as well as what Ben saw.
Were you to come into this garage of caged dogs- you would find the stench suffocating.
For poor Ben and the others--urine and feces dripped on them from the stacked cages of dogs above them. Ben's eyes and skin burned from the urine that dropped into his eyes.
The investigator from Animal Legal Defense witnessed a miniature pinscher lying in a puddle of her own waste in a small space with six other dogs. She had lain in that spot until her ravaged body could hold out no longer. I keep thinking of karma, which would demand that the Woodleys experience some of this terrible suffering they knowingly and willingly caused.
For Ben and the others, days would go by with no food or water. There never was any fresh air. After enduring the Woodleys' cruelty for a long time, Ben himself felt close to death.
All he could do was whimper and hope that someone would save them.
And there was a happy ending for Ben and the others when the Animal Legal Defense Fund rescued them. Ben was lucky to be soon adopted by a loving care giver who provided him with a happy home--a place to roam and run, a second chance at life.