Your Dad sounds like a great man, Anna. I'm wondering whether the incident with the bunny could have been a formative experience in your life.
One year on and I've still got my dog's ashes. They're up under the shrine in my meditation room. He was for many years a bit of a meditation buddy to me. Always wanting to come in where ever I was meditating. Usually he would just sleep with his head in my lap. And I still have vivid images of this big greyhound trying to curl up on my lap like a cat!
All of our dogs have been rescued and were very close to being destroyed before they came to live with us. Compared to their previous lives, I imagine their lives with us was/is heavenly compared to their lives in kennels with outher racing dogs. I'm very grateful for the time Blaze was with it but when we made the decision to have him put to sleep, there wasn't really an alternative course of action. Sometimes in our lives we will be faced with harrowing personal ethical dillemmas. When Blaze was put down, it was one of the hardest decisions I've had to make and I did so with his welfare in mind. If it carries with it unwholesome kamma of killing, then so be it, I take full responsibility for my actions.
“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Learn this from the waters:
in mountain clefts and chasms,
loud gush the streamlets,
but great rivers flow silently.
- Sutta Nipata 3.725
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