All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

When we lose someoe we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Death, the cliché assures us, is the great leveler; but it obviously levels some a great deal more than others.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

I do love animals,