Three days ago I read about the Tasmanian Tiger. It is extinct now - though there are still people hoping to find it. The last one died in a zoo in 1938 (I think). The pictures I saw didn't look like a tiger at all, but more like a striped dog. It made me sad to think that this animal was hunted down because people were afraid of it, until there were just no more of them.
I don't really know why it makes me sad - I wasn't there, it has nothing to do with me and it was a long time ago.
I keep thinking of what that animal must've felt, being chased and killed and it looks like a dog - it breaks my heart.
This is why I stay away from discussions of endangered species and why I pretend to not care. I guess it is because I really, really do. Too much - so much that I get stuck in the sadness of it.
I don't really know why it makes me sad - I wasn't there, it has nothing to do with me and it was a long time ago.
I keep thinking of what that animal must've felt, being chased and killed and it looks like a dog - it breaks my heart.
This is why I stay away from discussions of endangered species and why I pretend to not care. I guess it is because I really, really do. Too much - so much that I get stuck in the sadness of it.
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