This summer while house sitting for a good friend the fish died. Before the family returned my French exchange student and I spent a good fifteen minutes at the fist store determined to find a perfect replica so the children would not know the fish had died. We ended up not being very successful, however when they returned the children believed that Sounder, the fish, had changed colors due to the heat. Had they found out Sounder’s true fate I know many tears would have been shed. I have been thinking about this and American’s relationship to animals in general since I woke up this morning to find one of my host family’s sheep dead. As I was often woken in the night by her regurgitating and she has shown a lack of interest the past couple of days in my electric tooth brush (I brush my teeth outside their cage) I knew her days were short. At the same time it was a tad heart breaking to see her lifeless body on my way to breakfast this morning. Later in the day I was informed by one of the girls that the sheep had died. It then disappeared and the household continued on as if nothing unusual happened. And nothing unusual might have happened.
A Silent Death
About Hilary Brown
Hilary is an inquisitive learner, an understated leader and a dedicated community volunteer. After a successful campaign to convince her parents, Hilary raised and trained two guide dogs for blind fellow residents through her work with Guide Puppies of Seattle. The dogs were a full-time job, even attending school at Hilary's side. As a weekly volunteer at Seattle Children's Hospital, Hilary further witnessed the direct, immediate impact of her energy. Hilary also surpassed her own physical barriers, pursuing her passion for dance despite severe scoliosis. According to a teacher, Hilary, "strives to have a lifetime of understanding and to fulfill her own intellectual curiosity."" Deeply interested in science and the environment