I'm kinda messed up today.
Like most people I've seen a lot of coverage of the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Once in a while it's something heartening. At least it was at first. (Lately though it's been anything but.) I'm pretty careful about watching videos of the conflict; I only watch those from sources I consider trustworthy. Like BBC and NPR. Unless it's music, I leave the sound off. I only watch one or two a day. And never right before bedtime.
I've seen heart-wrenching destruction. Terrifying danger. And incomprehensible grief. Yet somehow, it was *this* that finally broke me. The rescue of a small puppy. That had been buried in rubble and dirt. Until some soldiers searching for survivors heard it crying, and dug it out.
www.bbc.com/...
This, unlike far too many stories coming out of Ukraine, actually has a happy ending. The puppy survived. And was even safely reunited with it's human. I ought to feel happy about that. I suppose I do. I think I do. But somehow it just broke me. I'm crying. I'm raging. And like a very young child thwarted by her parents, I'm just...why? Why? Why?!?
As long as I live I'll never understand why.
Thank you for reading. This is an open thread. All topics are welcome.
ETA...I wrote this a few days ago; I've had time to think about it. I know what I already knew. That I care about my fellow humans very much, but have always related better to animals. In sixty years that much hasn't changed and probably never will. Also, the more I know about my fellow humans, the less I understand. Which is also not likely to change.