看了版主分享的： 武漢大學貓狗二三事 。
而在此之前剛剛閱讀了好友Brian在網上分享的歐洲行見聞。背景是：他和夫人Janet壯年退休，酷愛單車行。說是單車，他們出遊騎的是這種：
自帶所有生活用品。一路騎，一路宿營，行程幾千公裏。前不久在拉丁美洲如此旅行兩個月，目前已經在北歐也快接近兩個月了。Brian幾乎每天都會在網上分享他們的見聞。一般來說是讓人開眼界的，很稀奇，或很有趣的。比如說這一段 （我略作縮減）：
1) A man with dreadlocks down to his knees. (Finland) ... 3) A man riding his bicycle with a cat calmly sitting on his shoulders. (Finland) ... 5) On multiple occasions, Curmudgeons start talking to us on bike paths with dirty looks, only to say a lot of words. We ask, "do you speak English?" They carry on with what they are saying and the dirty look. We are completely unable to guess what they might be talking about and we ride off smiling. (Estonia and Latvia). ... 9) I can't say "we" for this one, but I've seen urinals that are placed even a little too high for me, requiring slight tippie toe action. Someone shorter than me would have to have a lot of "impetus". (Norway).
但是今天他分享的故事讓人垂淚。就像他們自己反省的一樣，我不知道他們所做的是不是最正確的，但是我深有感觸的是他們對生命的憐惜，與前麵看到的那個武大教授真是天壤之別。我特別轉發與此和大家共享共勉 （我未作任何修改）：
他們目前在Lithuania （立陶宛共和國）。
07/15/2014 Day 45 : A kitten goes to heaven.
This post is sad. I felt compelled to write and share partly because I'm in the habit, and partly because I need to get it off my chest. Please, please don't read any further if you don't want to read a sad post; there really isn't anything for you otherwise.
Janet and I were riding in a downpour when I suddenly saw a white kitten lying in the middle of the road. It looked alive, but it was soaked. Cars were coming at it so I jumped off the bike and stopped them, and tried to move it out of the road. Janet was immediately crying, but she came over with her gloved hands to help move the cat. Cars drove around us slowly, looking at us. Janet got a towel from our bags and we moved it out of the street. Upon inspection, the poor kitty looked so disheveled. I knew this was partly because it was wet, but it was pink around the eyes, and his face looked sunken. He looked so miserable, but it may have been because he was soaked. His front right leg was just hanging on there, dragging and somewhat ruined. Not bleeding, but pretty broken. Everything else looked okay. He did not flinch when we touched him, and he was able to run, dragging the leg. He refused any food I offered, and kept trying to run into the street again.
Janet we found some people who spoke a little English, and they pointed us to where they thought we might find a vet. Janet carried the kitten wrapped in a towel and we rode around looking. We couldn't find it, but we found a police station. a nice guy who spoke a bit of English commissioned another guy to drive and we would follow him on the tandem carrying the kitten. We followed him the short distance.
We got to a vet, and the man and the vet talked a bunch. They said something about passport, maybe documents. They wanted to know where we were from. I think they were wondering about the cat's papers? We had no idea - Janet was sobbing, and we just wanted someone to save this poor animal. The vet lady hardly looked at the kitty who was wrapped up in the towel. She was very business like. Janet was balling, and I was starting to feel like crying too. I think they thought the cat belonged to us. The guy wanted to know where we were from, I think, and I was trying to imagine why that mattered at a time like this. Janet was crying harder, and pleading with them to euthanize the kitty at least, which they didn't understand. Finally, I made an injection motion in my arm, and then made a sleeping symbol with hands and head. They shook their heads yes, and it sounded like the vet would do that and understood. The man took us outside, only to start insisting that we should come to his house and spend the night. Janet was still crying a little, and I was looking at the poor kitty wrapped in a towel on the reception counter. The lady was there and she had a box and some plastic tubes out, so maybe she was going to euthanize. The man keeps jabbering, and I keep looking inside. Next thing I know, the lady is outside sweeping.
I leave the man and go back to the reception counter, and poke the kitty through the towel. The body feels very solid and it does not move. I feel satisfied that she has euthanized the kitty. It was all so sad.
Sorry to bring a sad story up, but it has really been weighing on me (and Janet). I know that if the kitten was going to die, this was the best way. The part weighing heavily on me is that I just can't help but wonder if it could have been saved. Who would have done it, and how? Could we?
Every night we get into the tent, we squash a dozen Mosquitos and flies. I hate killing things, but these guys are so annoying. Somehow I justify it in my mind because they are going to suck our blood. Meanwhile, we by chance encounter this poor kitten and somehow - for better or worse - influence the trajectory of its existence.
Today was a bad day. Sorry.
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