I lost it this morning : A Mouse's Plea
Apr. 21st, 2010 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
He was just an ordinary mouse, nothing special. He lived, very briefly, 237 years ago, in the laboratory of a great chemist, Joseph Priestley.
There were lots of mice in Priestley's lab. He had made his reputation as one of the first scientists to identify oxygen. He studied mice to figure out what happens inside animals as they breathe. This meant he regularly opened them to examine lungs, veins, arteries, to see that blood changed color when it moved through lungs. And since tuberculosis -- or "consumption" -- was the scourge of that era, lung research seemed like a valuable thing to do.
But animals didn't last long in Priestley's lab, especially mice.
his lab assistant wrote a poem and jammed it between the bars of one of the cages.
For here forlorn and sad I sit
within the wiry grate
And tremble @ the approaching morn
Which brings impending fate
The well taught philosophic mind
To ALL compassion gives
Cast's round the world an equal eye
And feels for all that lives


Source : Early Animal Rights Poem Discovered: A Mouse's Plea (NPR), with more pictures and info
A day doesn't go by that I don't think of the cow who's tissue is in my heart. I haven't eaten meat, of ANY sort, even before the surgery, for at least a decade and now I know I never will. I hope s/he knows how much I appreciate the sacrifice, and I hope s/he was treated with kindness especially in the last days of life.
There were lots of mice in Priestley's lab. He had made his reputation as one of the first scientists to identify oxygen. He studied mice to figure out what happens inside animals as they breathe. This meant he regularly opened them to examine lungs, veins, arteries, to see that blood changed color when it moved through lungs. And since tuberculosis -- or "consumption" -- was the scourge of that era, lung research seemed like a valuable thing to do.
But animals didn't last long in Priestley's lab, especially mice.
his lab assistant wrote a poem and jammed it between the bars of one of the cages.
For here forlorn and sad I sit
within the wiry grate
And tremble @ the approaching morn
Which brings impending fate
The well taught philosophic mind
To ALL compassion gives
Cast's round the world an equal eye
And feels for all that lives


Source : Early Animal Rights Poem Discovered: A Mouse's Plea (NPR), with more pictures and info
A day doesn't go by that I don't think of the cow who's tissue is in my heart. I haven't eaten meat, of ANY sort, even before the surgery, for at least a decade and now I know I never will. I hope s/he knows how much I appreciate the sacrifice, and I hope s/he was treated with kindness especially in the last days of life.
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Date: 2010-04-21 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 05:29 pm (UTC)The important thing is that we have you here in the world still! I hope you have many more years of life and good health yet to come.
:)
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Date: 2010-04-21 09:49 pm (UTC)Anyway, I share your concern about the animal's welfare,
I'm getting off your original topic here - hope you don't mind. It's really moving to read about how you honour the donor animal of your heart valve.
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Date: 2010-04-22 02:27 am (UTC)I'm just concerned as to how animals are treated.. obviously so many strides have been made in research, and lives have been saved as a result. It's just important to remember they come not just from hard work, but at a cost
it makes me feel all that much more thankful every day.
PS the man who performed my surgery passed away suddenly from a heart attack @ 52, two years after performing my procedure. I can't imagine how stressful it is to be a surgeon and make life and death decisions every day. I didn't know him that well (I was unconscious for most of our time together LOL) but I am ever so thankful to him too. The entire time I was in hospital he was there all the time, every day, well into the evening.
I'm sure this took a toll on him after so many years.
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Date: 2010-04-22 09:39 am (UTC):[
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Date: 2010-04-22 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-22 09:21 am (UTC)And yes, she would have led a good life. We're not talking a cow that was slaughtered for food here.
:)
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Date: 2010-04-21 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-22 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-24 05:50 am (UTC)Do you like the writing of Ursula le Guin? My all-time favourite book is her noval 'Always Coming Home'. In the society she imagines there, human people consider animals, plants, streams, rocks and dreams to be people too. Humans eat animals but it's essential in their culture to 'speak to the death.' They say
Beautiful one
For your death my words
Me, I buy meat with the Freedom Food label whenever it's available. I prefer to buy a whole carcase to remind me of whose death I'm eating. Obviously that's easier when the species is a small one such as a chicken but when I've had the chance to buy a share of a beefer, from the farmer who raised it, I've done that. That particular farmer is somebody I've worked with a lot because I sampled tissues from his sheep. I like his attitude to his animals. When dissecting lambs I invented a small ritual to make the process sacred.
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Date: 2010-04-22 07:20 am (UTC)Your respect for the animal who gave his/her life so you could live is truly touching and says lots of nice things about you. I am sure that the cow is having fun now in bovine heaven, chewing delicious grass and mooing at anything that moves, and thanks you for thinking of her/him!
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Date: 2010-04-23 01:57 am (UTC)You need to go visit a farm sanctuary and hug a cow. :) I've really been feeling the need to do that myself lately.