Animal Welfare

Many people love animals. They have pets by buying animals from petshop, getting from family or friends as gift, adopting animals from shelters or simply taking the animals from the road. Do they love animals indeed?

Yes or no….

Owning animals is not number one indicator of loving animals. The main indicator is how they treat the animals. So, after they bring the animals home, what will they do? Just putting them outside the home since they are just animals? Or, they let those animals stay inside the home as family?

More than that: do they provide good and healthful food for the animals or just throw rubbish to the animals?

Do they give good health service to the animals? Vaccine, neuter, deworm, shampooing or bathing, teeth cleaning, etc…. Please care about it.

Do they let the animals suffer from anything uncomfortable? Give them good place to sleep on. Spare them enough space. Do you know that in many petshops animals are kept in very small cages that make them go crazy. Please know this, consider this. Be loving to your pets…. Even to any animals.

Do they let those animals be animals? What is letting animals be animals? It is simply not putting clothes to them. Some people think dressing their pets is upgrading the dignity of those animals? No, it is downgrade their dignity, friends. And, at the same time making the animals into inconvenient situation: they feel hot especially animals in tropical climate. So, do you still want to keep the cats and dogs or rabbits etc in your stupidly-chosen clothes? Please stop entertainig yourselves by forcing human’s culture to animals.

This is a whining of today…. I’m grumbling because I think I haven’t done enough to animals for their welfare. Not only me, but many people are so ignorant to animals just because they are animals.

So, let’s change our mindset. Animals are our fellow creatures who logically only lacks ability to anallyse, who physically aren’t developed like us, who genetically outnumber in DNA. So, basically we have many same components making them deserve to be treated justly, well and with love and care.

Time to realize what we can fix. Love them. Please stop being violent to them. Show that we are the caretaker of this universe by respecting our fellow creatures.

If you really hate animals, no need to express your hatred. Please just halt and don’t do harm to them.

Oh, how tiring it is to see that this earth is full of people treating animals badly.

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inspired by Bob, Greece, Moppy, Ucil, Jeliteng and all other animals greeting me with love

Taipei – May 14, 2015 – 9:17pm

Think, Thank

“think” compared to “thank”
Exactly the same consonants and one shift of vowel, an inner activity (think) is changed into reciprocal activity.

Thinking is the process of communication inside of the human’s Self. Human beings think, animals don’t. And, what after thinking? Human should thank for…
– being able to think
– being able to understand
– being able to discover
– being able to do many things…

To thank is communication with the Universe, to tell that we’re able to think, to understand, discover, do many things because of being able to think. And after thank?

You’ll be granted whatever you’d like to receive.

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Home – Friday 3, 2015 – 1:57pm

Manusia – poem (bilingual)

Pilihlah jalan
Yang termudah
Untuk jadi manusia:
Rasakan….
Indahnya tarikan nafas dan hirupan udara.

Rasakan….
Kicauan burung lewat kupingmu.
Rasakan….
Pijakan pada bumi di setiap langkah
Perlahan.

Jika mata masih berguna,
Rasakan warna dengan matamu —
Yang muda cerlang
Atau yang tua merabun.
Rasakan saja.

Dan, kala rasa nyeri masih melingkar di hati
Demi melihat makhluk-makhluk terlunta-lunta
Tersiksa oleh yang berkuasa;
Rasakan dan lepaskan derita itu,
Bungkus dengan cinta dan pengampunan.
Dan, engkau manusia….

Mudah jadi manusia,
Kan?
Mencintai.
Welas asih.

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Human

Choose a path:
The easiest way
To become a human.
Feel it….
The beauty of breath with every inhaled air.

Feel it….
The chirps of birds through your ears.
Feel it….
The steps you hit on earth
Slowly.

If the eyes are still open,
Feel the colours with your eyes
Either young bright eyes
Or far/near-sighted ones;
Just feel.

And, if the pain is still there in the heart
To see the underprivileged creatures
Tortured by the privileged rankers;
Feel the pain and release it,
Wrapped inΒ love and forgiveness.
And, you are human….

Easy ways
To be human, huh?
Love.
Compassion.

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My human kind friends…. (Karel, Riduan, Sapto, Eko, Dinah) – Bravo, buddies!

Temasek – March 5, 2015 – 10:58pm

Sweet Memory Starts

My son Bob was a cat with soft heart. He would never quarrel except another cat attacked him. He would just groan and groan and groan but did not move from his spot. Only if the other tomcat jumped to him, would he fight to survive.

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He would have a lot of reason to manipulate me. He would kiss my forehead, my nose, my lips or my cheeks to wake me up from my sleep to get whatever he wanted: food, drink or door to open.

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Or, he would slip under my blanket to slew comfortably, only some time then he would climb out of the blanket and sleep above me. He would snore and spread his purring beautiful sound bringing peace into my small bedroom.

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When you grew older, you did not want to cooperate since you had better life outside with your fellow cats. You always scratched the door to go out and it was always at 1:00am…. But for the sake of love, I opened the door for you, Bob…..

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You loved perching on TV as if you were the God of (modern) Cat…. Lovely boy! You are always able to steal my heart, Bob.

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When you were sick, you didn’t moan. You just take a silent position and keep the pain in you. I could not help except giving you the best food and medication which was probably not really the best for you…. I tried hard to keep you next to me, your soul next to mine.

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Then I had to leave Indonesia to pursue my dream…. I cried happy but sad…. I was given a chance to make my self more experienced in life but then I had to leave you. Could I? Who would take care of you, Bob? I had to make a hard decision. I brought you to my mom’s house – she did not have a soft spot for pets indeed.

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I knew you were so sad, leaving your home…. But you trusted me that you would find another home. And, yes my mom fell in love with you.

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I visited you when I had time to sneak out of my hectic days – some leave or long weekend really helped us to meet up…. You looked happy, Bob. We had good time…. I fed you, stroked you, kissed you, hugged you, cuddled you, took picture of you, took care of your body which grew older….

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My mom always said “Bob is a human, he understands how to love, he is more loving than some humans who destroy others’ happiness. Bob has given us a lot of joy…. Thanks God for everything.”

He likes to daydream in the terrace, looking at the other cats that were enjoying his food left-over. Too much to throw away, good to share with other cats…. πŸ™‚

There was a time, we really got angry because of how people treat him. So cruel…. Beat him, splash him with water, hurt him in any way they like just because those neighbours hated cats. But Bob was too weak to counterstrike. He just went home with the wound then we would lovingly treated him until he got well. We loved you, Bob and we do and will always do.

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Then came a message that you were sick, puking all food you ate. Eating then puking two hours later; that was a pattern. My could not do anything. Nobody would help to take her to the vet. She lives in a village where people are busy taking care of their own poverty – there was no thinking of getting medication for animal.

Plus my mom was so busy taking care of my sick sister. I am sorry, my son Bob. We had been so occupied by our humane life that we did not take a good care of you humanely. I am sorry, we are sorry.

My mom said Bob stayed at home since Friday (Feb’ 21) until today when she found him dead on the floor of one cool bedroom – it is where I slept when I was still staying with my family. It is the coolest room in the house.

I don’t want to remember how he died. I want to remember how he lived.

He lived as a son of mine, bringing me joy and a lot of blessings. He has been sacrificing his free will to be my family member. He was so willing to share his pureness with us. He shared his sincere soul to grow among us. He inspired us with love and sincerity. He let himself be part of the madness of human in our life. You gave us love, Bob…..

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I released you with all my heart.

I heard a voice calling my name last night “Rike” and I just thought it was you telling me that it is time. You called me to give a sign…. I should not have been afraid, I should have remembered you who was trying to open the door “home”…..

Now you are home, Bob. It is the real home. Your body is buried but your soul is forever, here guarding me from any not-loving and insincerity. Thank you, son. Thank you for being flower of my soul. I know I am so heartsick, ibu* is so sad, too…. You know it, right? We know you know it. But you smile because it was your time. Time to go home, where we will also go to be together. Play, boy…. Play with the fragrance of flowers among the cats that can fly high to reach the Source without mourning.

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I am sad for I was not with you when you were dying. But I know you know how much I love you. The pictures above are tokens of our relationship son – mother of cat. Hope you care to share your joy with the other souls who have gathered in the other side…. Or, even you care to share with the Source how you have made us accept life as it is.

Bob, you are always in our heart. Even the sweet memories have just started on Feb’ 25 when I heard the message that the bodily Bob died and the soul is wrapped in silk and put in a pretty basket embraced by a pair of sacred angels to the heaven.

Jakarta (Grand Hyatt), February 25, 2014 – 10:21pm

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