Remembering the First Days (4/08/25)

Today, a memory popped up on Facebook. A photo I posted when I was 16 years old, exactly 8 years ago. As I looked at it, something came rushing back. That very same day, I had witnessed a goat being run over right in front of me. I remember desperately trying to stop an auto and rescue her, but no one came. A few minutes later, butchers arrived and took the goat away. I felt completely helpless.

And today, by some strange twist of fate, I came to know about a pregnant goat who was hit by a vehicle. She was screaming in pain. I rushed to rescue her, and this time, I could do something. She’s under treatment now.

I’m grateful I could help her today in a way I couldn’t, 8 years ago. But this also hit me hard. What I did today is just a drop in the ocean compared to the unimaginable suffering animals go through every single day.

It’s a painful but clear reminder. There’s still so much more to do. For them.