I had just put my boat away and changed into dry clothes; another day at the rowing club in Chile. I’m sure my back was sore, my knuckles bleeding, and that I had a salty crust of sweat and sea water on my face. It was summer in Chile, and I stood with my fellow rowers in easy companionship until someone mentioned un balde de cachorros (a bucket of puppies). And there it was; a five-gallon bucket full of lab puppies, sitting in the hot sun, abandoned at the door of our rowing club.
This is an all too common occurrence in Chile and no one was shocked, there were no authorities to appeal to, no local media to descend upon the situation. I knew none of them could take them home; their parents would just dump them back on the curb.
On the bus ride home, with four puppies in a bucket at my feet, I mentally rehearsed the speech I’d make to my husband. I am a word smith by trade, but no combination of words seem to soften the blow of “Honey, I have four puppies in this here bucket”.
The children were thrilled. They love being a halfway house for street pups. First we warm them up, then bathe them with flea wash. Then come the anti-parasite drops, then food and water. Then we take them to the street pup adoptions downtown and try to find them good homes (new owners being held to a sterilization contract).
Many animals came through our doors…
Hotel Gingrich quite full.
This one above I plucked right from the hands of a boy who was viciously abusing him. I gave that little boy a stern lecture; I’m sure he’s still terrified of the angry gringa who told him off and took away his toy.
Don’t you feel it, that righteous indignation that anyone would be so callous and cruel as to hurt-abandon-kill-torture such a helpless little creature?
Now, look at me, right in the old blue eyeballs a minute…..I want your attention.
54,559,615. As of January 23, 2012, that’s how many babies have been killed by abortion since Roe vs. Wade. (http://www.lifesitenews.com/news/shock-estimated-54559615-abortions-since-roe-v.-wade)
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They feel it, you know, the pain of dismemberment. Where is the righteous indignation that a bucket of pups can evoke? Where is the horror that babies are being chopped up daily, hourly, endlessly? Why all this compassion for animals and none for these dear ones?
If you have had an abortion, I do not hate you. I cry for your baby, and I cry for you. They didn’t tell you that your heart would be dismembered too; that part of you would be carried away without words, out of sight. That it wouldn’t ever stop hurting.
Please, never do it again. Please know that God loves you intensely and nothing is beyond forgiveness. He wants nothing more than to bring you close, forgive you, and heal you.
If you are considering an abortion, please, no. We would love to adopt your baby and love them as our own. They’d have three big brothers and one big sister and a mama and papa head-over-heels in love with them. We know amazing couples who cannot have their own children, who ache to be mommy and daddy. Your baby is a treasure, your baby is a gift.