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Tuesday, August 22

This, do in rememberance of me.


They held a memorial to the pets lost in New Orleans on Sunday, marching through the Quarter from the episcopal church. I'm at a loss for words. All I can say is that I'm grateful that my cats weren't there when Katrina hit. And all I can think of these days is those fevered weeks afterward, and how, no matter how much we did, it still wasn't enough.

Some of you may remember Andrea, my old friend in New Orleans whose backyard turned into an animal refuge. If you get a chance, visit her site. She's got the low-down on what's really going on in New Orleans and how hard they're fighting to keep New Orleans, even as tropical storms loom almost as precipitously as the Bechtel, Halliburton & Shaw Group "future projects" with their no-bid contracts.

The images from the rescued animals, and those who were lost, are plentiful on the web. What is not so easy to come by is a way to overcome the feelings of loss, confusion, and pain that these images dredge up. Our animals look to us to protect them as they protect and help us. Our animals trust us to always do the right thing for them. And when you see... something like this, you can't get over the feeling that no matter how hard we tried, we have still failed them.

PBS' Nature has a photo gallery of the animals and their rescuers, as well. Heart-wrenching doesn't even touch the tip of the proverbial iceberg. If only Dumbya & Dick had stopped hunting, drinking, and pretending to play the guitar long enough to treat the humans of New Orleans with at least the consideration and concern that the animal rescuers gave to their charges.

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