“Talking to my Son“ was written by a close friend of mine who, like myself, is a staunch advocate of protecting animals - domestic or wild. We try to be the voice of animals by making people the world over more aware of the terrible toll we humans are having on the animal kingdom, sometimes because of ignorance and sad to say, sometimes because of the downright cruelty of man.
TALKING TO MY SON – (A Lion’s point of view)
(by Kaye Edwards-Crandall)
Son, I need you to sit down while I have a father to son chat.
You know you are my PRIDE and joy, and I love you, but there are some things you need to know before you go out into the world.
Son, there are beings out there called HUMANS. Now, I am not saying all these beings are bad son, but a lot of them are here in our natural habitat. It is difficult son, to differentiate between the bad and the good… but most of the bad, they have these things in their arms called “rifles”..
These are the bad guys son. These are the ones who will take down what they call a ‘trophy’, and it could be any of our buddies here on the plains, they don’t seem to differentiate. They just see you, they aim, and they shoot.
My son… I have to tell you, that not long after you were born, your mother was out, hunting for food to feed you, and the pride, like all the mums do. She had left you with me, and went to ‘hunt’ son.. yes, I said ‘hunt’ because it’s a word we, in the Pride, have to use because it is how we survive, it is how we live, eat, it is how we procreate, and it is how you are here today. It is the way of the wild son.
Your mother did not come home my boy’ she was gone far too long and I knew instinctively there was something very wrong.
I left you alone son, and went to look for her.
I searched and searched, and as I got to the top of a hill and looked down… I saw her my boy.. I saw your mother, laying between the humans… they were laughing and joyous as your mother lay still and lifeless.
Your mother was so still, and I ran down to bring her back home… I was running down the hill, my head back and roaring, and as I got closer, I could see the blood running from your mother. I saw the “rifles” in these barbaric hands, and I got so angry son. These things called “humans” had killed your mother.
They turned and saw me coming, and they got their “rifles” and aimed at me.. I felt the danger son, I felt the pain your mother went through, and I had no choice but to turn around and come back to protect you, as these men were shooting at me.
Your mother was never to return to look after you and I thank the wilderness you were then old enough to grow and be helped by the other members of the Pride.
The lesson is .. my boy … don’t trust them, not under any circumstances. They say there are some good ones, but I believe that, if any race takes a life for no reason but to laugh and have a trophy… then they don’t deserve to be on this planet.
I love you my son, and I want you to be very aware, because I never want you to become a mere stuffed head on a wall, called a “good catch”.
Your Loving father,
The question is, what can we do about the terrible things we see and hear being done to animals?
We can speak up for them and be their voice, by reporting any animal abuse we see or hear about, to the authorities so each case can be investigated and hopefully, the perpetrators be held accountable for their actions.
We need to insist on stricter laws for animal abuse within our own countries.
Please do what you can - each one of us can make a difference.
They feel, just like us, and deserve better.