Save the Tiger

One of the most amazing and beautiful creatures on the Earth is in danger. They need saving and protecting and not allowed to dissapear off the face of the Earth. We as mankind can help. We can all play our part. We can stop this sad loss to the world before it happens. 

Sadly it is us humans who are destroying the habitat of the Tiger and they have lost 93% of their territories through humans. We must stop this. 

Every part of the Tiger is worth alot of money from his whiskers to his fur to his tail they are in demand. But please read this and stop buying the Tiger attire. Help save them and make their body parts worthless. Surely they are worth millions more on an actual living Tiger. They are amazing and beautiful to look at and watch. 

Imagine if we as humans had another creature removing our habitat and wanting to hunt us for body parts. Can you imagine the terror of this and the vulnerableness of mankind and the children of mankind?  So why would we inflict sure horror on another creature? 

The animal kingdom is a fantastic place and we must work to protect it and let their be habitats for all species whether you like them or not. We have no right to make them homeless or extinct. These creatures have been here just as long as us if not longer and have just as much a claim on the world as mankind. It doesn’t just belong to mankind they all play their part as well in the world and how it operates. 

So please stop poaching and hunting of Tigers for they are now in short supply. I dont want the only places for them to exist being zoos and game reserves they deserve to roam free in the world just like we do. They are much more fantastic in the jungles and the plains and it will be a shame to see them dissapear from such a view. 

I believe we can stop them vanishing and we can save them. Before its too late lets make a stand humanity and stop being the causes of extinction. Lets protect our family here on Earth which we share it with. Our brothers and sisters of the animal kingdom which we once belonged to and in some ways still do. Dont forget history and beauty and knowledge. Lets be wise and save this world and everything in it. 

https://www.wwf.org.uk/wildlife/tigers
We can all care, so lets care now and save the Tigers. 

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My Rabbit friend

When I was 14 I made a new friend -I bought a pet Rabbit. 

When I went into the pet shop I seen a hutch containing all rabbits in the middle of all the rabbits all snug and warm was the little one. He was all black and lovely. I decided I wanted him straight away. He was the one I chose. 

He was six weeks old when I got him and had just left his mother and brought to the store where I found him. I took him home in a box gently. 

I put him in his hutch in the garden and let him settle there alone for a while. It was filled with hay and a drink and food for him. I made sure his bedroom section was full of hay for comfort. 

A while later I went to pick him up out the hutch. He was wary of me and didn’t want me to pick him up. He went back and two trying to escape my hands a little frightened. But I eventually got hold of him and I held him to my chest. He instantly relaxed and I sat down holding him and a friendship began. I stroked him and he began to trust me. He began to believe in my care of him. He had beautiful shiny black hair and sticky up black ears. He was a beautiful animal to look at. 

As days went by we played alot. I would lie on the floor and he would run round my head standing on his back legs and making a funny little noise. He would sniff my head and lick my nose. He had a lovely pink round tongue. He was great and I loved him lots. I used to like looking into his eyes. I wondered what he made of the world. All beings which exist are fantastic beautiful beings either animal or human. So well designed and great and for purpose. 

I think people give rabbits negative opinions and views saying they are basic creatures,  stupid animals and vermin etc but trust me they are not in fact they are very clever smart creatures with a life and soul. Once I had to block him off from going behind the sofa as there was wires which would be dangerous if he bit them so he looked at the blocked path he once took and was working it out and decided to go under the cupboards and round. I was amazed he thought of that and crawled low under cupboards. 

When he used to run full speed from one end of the room to another he was basically just a blur it was impressive. He used to combine it with a sideways hop. He was amazing and I adored having him as my friend. People may think I sound silly or pathetic saying so but thats how it was. I think you can have spiritual friends in any forms. He was a source of comfort and could make you feel better when hes rubbing his face on you or licking your nose and fingers. Once I lay on the couch when he was little. He couldn’t get up the couch. He tried and tried. He went off in an all round circle and ran full speed and jumped onto the sofa and lay next to me with his feeting sticking out sidewards. I was amazed he did this and he had my respect. 

Watching him clean his nose and ears was a great viewing. He looked after himself well sitting up on his back legs and folding his ears round with his paws and clean them with his mouth. 

I used to put carrot sticks on his hutch door for him and he ripped them to pieces within half an hour. I remember thinking that he must be some kind of ‘lion rabbit’ as he tore it to shreads in such a quick time. He was great and lovely. His little nose sniffing away for more. 

I used to buy him a box of rabbit treats which were like chocolate drops the size of buttons. He loved them so much he used to stick his head in the box dropping all his sense of surrounding danger. He was safe with me anyway. 

If you have ever owned a pet or a rabbit there is a deep beautiful connection. There world is of innocence and they dont really possess any malice towards you. They love you truly in return and its a great emotional connection. There is no words said just a connection and mutual love of closeness. 

As time went on and me and him grew older I sadly didn’t have time to get him out as I was working and time became restricted. I remember once he made this frustrated sad grunt when I didn’t get him out and that will haunt me forever. He must of become fed up being in there. 

Sadly I think towards the end maybe I unintentionally disrespected his life by not getting him out as much as he must of felt sad and alone and trapped like a prisoner. That was his life and it deserved to be free. I loved him lots though and he was great. 

The day I found him dead was the saddest day of my life. I was 21 years old by then. He lay in his bed in a ball still and silent. He had gone forever. I held his cold lifeless body in my hands and cried my eyes out. I was so upset like I have never known. I loved him so much. He had lived for 7 years and had a long good life for a rabbit. I will always miss him. I have never truly got over that sadness. I have never returned to his grave in the garden as it upsets me. On his grave is a stone rabbit. He was buried in a shoebox with hay and carrots. I hope he forever rests there safe. Not only did he die and spell the end to his seven years of life but with it was the end of my childhood. He came into my life when I was a child and left me as a man. It was the end of two eras. I used to hope and listen to the sounds of him moving in his hutch after he died for a day or two. The sounds of him running and kicking about. The sound of him accidentally kicking his food bowl or drinking from his water bottle. The sound never came. 

I dreamt about him a day or two after he died. I dreamt he returned for one last play with me. He ran around and I held him and he licked my nose just like he used to do. Never once did he bite me. I felt this dream was a source of comfort as if he had come to say one last goodbye to me. We was in the garden and it was a nice sunny day. It was a beautiful day in the dream and it made me feel better. I hope it was him coming to say goodbye. 

The deep loving bond a human shares with animals can be almost unrivalled. There is a connection between the two species like no other connection. Whether you own a dog or a cat, horse or rabbit. The love is there of a little soul trusted to you who loves you in return. This is a solid unbreakable friendship and a loyal friendship. Animals possess many amazing qualities hard to find at times in humans which makes it all the more amazing. 

I hope wherever he is now I hope hes safe and I hope hes free and can wander many fields free of danger and have lots of grass and carrots to eat at his leisure. I hope hes happy and with other rabbits living a life of peace and happiness. 

I shall miss you forever my little rabbit friend and may you rest in peace for all eternity. 

An Angels wing

Once upon a time my grandmother told me that when you find a white feather in your path an angel is near. Your guardian angel contacting and guiding you. 

I have heard this theory a few times over the years from different people and always put it down to superstition or an old wives tale etc and that its just the feather of a bird and that people were being silly. 

But recently I had my first encounter with this mystic white feather. 

I had been thinking alot lately of my grandmother who had passed on a few years ago. She had been entering my dreams etc for a short spell and reminding me of her. I wondered if she was ok wherever she was or even if she was anywhere. At times my faith is tested and at times I will be sceptical of God etc.  

Recently was one of them times where I had been sceptical of the existance of God and had a spell of trying to detatch myself and see what it felt like – to live in a world for what it was. No God,  no divine,  no spiritworld, nothing but humans wandering round on a planet existing and that we was alone. It started off strong… 

Then the dreams began of relatives passed over, of nana talking to me in her home, or sat in mums chair etc. They werent unusual dreams they were just normal dreams nothing special but the people in them had returned at a certain point.  Luck also faded slightly and finances and job became harder in a few brief days. Luck went against me etc. 

So just when I seeked a source of comfort it happened. Almost divinely it came to me. I pulled up on mums drive in my car and got out. I stood there and there was no wind and was a peaceful day when suddenly before me fell – a white feather. 

It drifted slowly to the floor and landed at my feet. I stood there and looked at it. It was a beautiful pure white feather and I had no idea where it came from. I picked it up and looked at it. It was pure white. I wondered what kind of a bird it could of come from?  Usually seagulls have grey or dark grey or blue tints on the end and there isn’t many of them where I live either.  It was brilliant white. Thats when I remembered the superstition and the myth of the white feather. Where did this feather come from? 

I have always since growing up been unsure of religion and never really followed it.  I never studied it etc. I never believed in mermaids and fairies and goblins etc and I placed angels in this category but in my mind I always believed in God and Ghosts etc. 

This was a fascinating insight into spiritual beings we are all told about through our lives. Where had this feather come from? 

It was brilliant white something like you would expect to see on an angels wings. 

Whether it was an angel close by or not or my guardian angel I shall never know but either way it was a source of comfort for me and was nice and felt happy because I felt like I was being looked after. I imagined my guardian angel. It gave me comfort and a love feeling. Was I being protected by a spiritual being helping me through life? I imagined the beautiful white wings of an angel. 

Once before I have believed I experienced an angel many years ago. I was in bed and at a low in my life. I didn’t know what to do. I was lost and alone and worried and scared. I lay in bed sad and alone. Thats when I felt a warmth take over me. I suddenly felt guidance and answers and a way forward and more at peace. It was beautiful. I felt like I had been touched by an angel. Perhaps people will say it is in my imagination who knows but whatever happened it helped me move forward. 

There could be other explanations etc and I am not someone who jumps to conclusions and immediate answers of the divine. Maybe there was a good explanation. But the idea of an angel worked for me and made me feel comfort. It helped me rise again and have direction. 

Oh at times when I am at a low how I wish I had an angel,  how I hope I do have a guardian angel who can protect me and guide me and keep me from hurt and pain and sadness. May they lead me to safety and keep me from harm and heartache. May they help me to do the right thing and help my life be the best it can be despite the pain and the sadness at times we will suffer. At times we will all be at a low. But may the angels help us rise again and guide us to a little piece of heaven on Earth that we all crave and need and want.

So may the white feathers fall close by us all,  May the divine let us know they are there with us. 

I dont believe I am blessed. No more than anyone else. Perhaps the signs are always there for us all to see. But perhaps at times with our busy lives we fail to notice. 

Do I believe in Angels… I would like to say yes

A broken heart

A few weeks ago I visited Prestatyn beach in North Wales. I go here quite often I find it quite relaxing especially around dinner time of an evening towards sunset. There are a few people about walking the dogs on a nice walk. Its quite reflective. 

But one evening I was greeted by the sounds of something I dont hear often or at all – a grown man crying his eyes out….

I sat on the steps overlooking the beach and the sea. Behind me was the car park. I sat gazing out to sea enjoying the sunset when I heard a noise behind me which alerted me. The sound of sobbing. I turned round and seen a man sat in his car. He had his hands over his eyes. At first I thought he was rubbing his eyes. I looked back out to sea again. Then I heard sobbing again. 

I turned round to see the man crying heavy. Tears ran down his face and he wiped them away. He gazed at his phone and burst into tears again. He wiped them away but the tears fell fast. 

I paused as it was one of them moments where I didn’t know what to do. Should I go and see if he is OK?  Or is that intruding on his grief? I decided to leave him to grieve alone. Im not one for sharing troubles so I decided not to interfere. 

He sat and looked round the place and his emotions settled for a minute. He checked his phone and once again began to sob. 

What could reduce a man to such tears?  I could tell this wasn’t an argument. This man had very recently suffered a tragic loss. As he was alone I assumed he had just lost his girlfriend/wife. He wasn’t an old man I would guess in his forties. He gazed round and cried again.

I wondered was this a special place for them over the years?  Had they strolled hand in hand together here over the years down the sea front along the promenade? Had nature been cruel and brought an end to an era?  He was now alone with just memories and pictures on his phone. 

I felt sorry for him. Here is everyone happy going about their lives unaware of the heartbreak people near by must be going through. I couldn’t imagine the heart ache he must be experiencing. I sat close by I tried to smile briefly if he looked my way. He was too wrapped up in sadness and memories. 

This went on for ten minutes. He started his car engine had a quick glance along the seafront sobbed again and left. I watched him drive away. Was this a final goodbye I wondered. A chapter in his life of coming here to such a sentimental place possibly had come to an end.  His world had fell apart. 

I hoped he was alright as he drove off. He probably was returning to an empty lonely house full of sadness,  pictures and memories. I couldn’t imagine going to bed alone to a cold mattress knowing that person should be there. His world clearly had fell apart and his soul forever tortured. 

So I sit and wonder while I am happy – how many people out there have suffered the same sadness and I gave them a thought. It goes to show we must enjoy our lives while we can.  

Perhaps places we go to us are nice and simple basic places but to others it could be a magical place with such memories to them and others. Places of love and happiness and sentiment. I have special places to me that hold meaning. 

So if you have a special someone and a special place make the most of it. Tell them often you love them and enjoy your magical place together for times goes by on the blink of an eye… 

Animal cruelty

Often I see on the news of animal hunts. A recreational pleasure for many. I fail to understand how anyone could want to hunt an animal for fun?  How cruel can anyone be?  What pleasure do you get from such brutality on a helpless animal who stands no chance?  This should be banned all over the world!!  

Example being here in England you have lots of people riding round on horses with packs of dogs hunting foxes. Seriously what is the point? The hunt cant go wrong nothing would stand a chance!  Why bother?  It surely isn’t a challenge to do this hunt… 

All the creatures on this planet serve a purpose.  Allow the fox to do his duty in life.  Let him live to be what nature intended!  

In african countries you have people hunting Elephants which is cruel.  The world should remove the value of Ivory and force the hands of these people to stop.  Lions are hunted for fun and Rhinos for their horns.  

Elephants are amazing creatures.  They have great memory.  They can locate to water from almost anywhere.  Can humans?  Learn from these creatures. Mankind has many lessons to learn from the animal kingdom.  

There was an article in the newspaper lately of a woman lay down on the ground posing next to a Giraffe she had hunted.  Why would anyone be proud of this?  This is not humanity. 

In the Americas it is fun to hunt bears and buffalo for fun.  This is cruel and I dont understand the joy in it.  That is a life you are taking!  

I find the whole art of animal hunting very cowardly.  Do you think it makes you look great?  No it doesn’t!  In fact its cowardly and sad.  Why don’t you hunt these animals alone with your bare hands?  I think the outcome and enjoyment might be slightly different then.  A grown man would struggle alone with a fox and a wild dog never mind anything size of a lion. 

Animals deserve respect and why not? They are fantastic magnificent creatures who may not have the same thought process as us but have other attributes far superior to humans such as amazing vision and superb hearing.  

I know at times we have all killed Spiders and snails etc sometimes by accident and sometimes not but try to honour these creatures.  They are wonderfully adapted. We have no rights to kill anything for fun. Mankind has no position or authority to play God.  

Recently on a trip to the zoo – upon reading about the animals the majority of endangered species was because of mankind.  Such as poaching and hunting and destruction of habitat.  Elephants are endangered because of ‘human-elephant’ conflict.  I thought we was supposed to be the cleverest of all the creatures on Earth so why are we destroying the world?  How can we allow families of elephants to be murdered?  

These evil people need to be stopped and brought to justice. Hunting of animals needs to be massively outlawed and anyone found doing it should be punished and shamed forever.  

We must stop the endangerment of animals and protect them. This world doesn’t belong to mankind – we share it with all the fantastic creatures that live here.  So people who are interested in hunting animals then perhaps you are exempt from humanity.  For humanity would never do such an evil deed…