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I had read the story online,briefly. Not because it did not interest me, rather, because it hurt, it made me feel uneasy. Something, about that image troubled me. The sight of a paraplegic dog armored into a two wheel cart was disturbing. I assumed Hero, now an 11 month old Siberian Husky, led a terrible and sad life. Why would anyone condemn a living being to that kind of an existence? After all, nearly a year had gone by and no one had stepped forward to adopt him. I was validating my emotions and judgement, denying the possibility for change to happen by not listening. We live in the age of image. Images are the surface of reality. To understand it is necessary to go beyond. So,I did...............
I had read the story online,briefly. Not because it did not interest me, rather, because it hurt, it made me feel uneasy. Something, about that image troubled me. The sight of a paraplegic dog armored into a two wheel cart was disturbing. I assumed Hero, now an 11 month old Siberian Husky, led a terrible and sad life. Why would anyone condemn a living being to that kind of an existence? After all, nearly a year had gone by and no one had stepped forward to adopt him. I was validating my emotions and judgement, denying the possibility for change to happen by not listening. We live in the age of image. Images are the surface of reality. To understand it is necessary to go beyond. So,I did...............