I’ve never been a rescuer. Didn't bring sick animals from the streets and didn't try to save people around me. I believed I had to care about my home and didn’t really pay attention to the outside horror.
But.
I’ve been a vegetarian for fourteen years now. I don't think it was a deliberate choice. At one point it could be something "spiritual" at another - something "ethical". I would say I didn't want to support this industry the same way I didn't want to suppot slavery... And I find it hypocritical since I keep buying cheap clothes from China. Probably, I never knew the real reason.

It hit different when rabbits came to my life. They are truly wonderful. They are social intelligent, and brave.
My boys had different food preferences, different favourite toys and places to sleep. And beautiful personalities. My little orphan boy Sharik (should I say Bally?)had a case of strong ptsd and real panic attacks (He'd been kept in terrible conditions before we met and he was truly my first and only attempt to save someone). My other wonderful boy Funtik, who was raised with love, was fearless and smart and caring. Funtik supported his little brother when he had his episodes. He even tried to comfort me when I felt bad. Funt wasn’t much into cuddling, but whenever I was crying he would always come up and spent time together. He had goals! Of course, what to expect from a rabbit, who lives in a small apartment, but still - he was quite invested into hunting flowers at the window. We were making obstacles but it never stopped him. He was always ready to break it and to find new ways. He could do some tricks.
And my sweet orphan Sharik wasn’t such an adventurer, but he was into classical music and he liked if I was sining for him. And he was coquettish and playful, and he loved his brother more than anything else in the world. Even more than raspberries. And he became strangely serious and stopped being funny when his brave brother passed.
And I realised - every animal out there, every cow, every chicken, or sheep - they are exactly like this. People got used to cats and dogs and they are quite confused when they face a different body language. "I don't understand it, so, I'm sure it's stupid" While we don't care some of those creatures may enjoy listening to Bach and some may suffer from endless sadness if they loose someone they love. Just like us.

I don’t care about recycling, I can’t make myself use shopper instead of plastic bag, or stop buying fast fashion, or support small business instead of big evil corporations. I don’t feed homeless animals. But I can’t eat meat
at least at this moment it feels unnatural.
heard some stories about people quitting plant based diet after therapy because diets are restrictions. Maybe one day it'll happen to me.

miss my boys so much. my room is so empty without them. and so my heart