knowledge is power

You do not have to read the books of France de Val (" How smart animals are ?") Or Barbara King ("How do animals mourn") to make sure with ourselves that we have an increased empathy for nonhuman animals when they understand the situation in the way we Can understand them. What is particularly heartrending in observing animals who grieve for their dead friends is that it is difficult for us to understand and know about the evil fate of their own kind. Knowledge, we decided, brings them closer to us.

Bella and Larry the Dogs know very well when we intend to take them by car to the vet. I do not know what exactly indicates to them that this is not going to be another exit to the park, but a car ride, but their response leaves no room for doubt. It is very clear to them what is going to happen in the next few minutes.

Years ago, it was another bitch who grew up with me, July, who knew that only on specific occasions, after I made sounds into an object I attached to my ears (between us: when I finished talking to my parents on the landline on Friday afternoons), we went out to ride and drive. Bella and Larry always stop by our car in the street and sniff it.

Uri and I always laugh. "Look, Oren, they know!"

Perhaps we should relate to our shameful look at their great disaster, the free holocaust of animals, the differences of knowledge between us - the violent assailants, and the inhuman victims.

Throughout history, many thinkers have separated animals from human beings because of our knowledge, knowledge, and thought, and they do not (when these thinkers refer to animals as creatures who do not think). But beyond that, it is important for me to pay attention to the fact that it is easier for us to look at the cowshed, since the cows there do not know about their terrible future and the death decree they were given on the day of their birth by the dairy farmers who hold them captive.

On the other hand, it is much harder for us to watch them standing in line to be slaughtered. Here, alongside the blood and the unbearable smell of death, here we suspect that perhaps they know when they smell, see or hear their friends, and do not want to be part of this terrible revelation. We therefore attribute a kind of demonstrative kindness to forms of slaughter in which one victim is not allowed to see his friend executed. Only they did not know, only that it would be a surprise.

If they knew - then we kill someone who is a bit like us, and with such knowledge it's a little harder for us to look at ourselves in the mirror.

I watched a picture of boys cutting a dog's tail, and the frightened dog knows something terrible will soon happen. I listened to the panting of a frightened calf that was about to go up to the Akeida cell and be executed.

My mother told me that once she took Yuli, the dog, to the veterinarian who worked close to the butcher, and had never seen this little dog so afraid, her body flattened on the floor and she just wanted to run back into the car.

I try to tell about the great animal disaster for people but they keep me silent.