Not too long ago I read an article in an independent online publication exploring why humans show more empathy towards dogs than they do people…
It’s research confirmed that we (humans) are –
more likely to empathize with struggling dogs, than people in difficulty. Source: Independent written by Rachel Hosie
Apparently we are significantly less distressed when “adult” humans are victimized in comparison to babies, puppies and even adult dogs.
DO WE CARE MORE? –
The logical “moral” decision by a vast majority of people believe we’ll be bothered more by the human’s suffering. However, surprisingly enough, the psychological fact revealed in a real-world scenario, the number of people who empathized more with the dog was substantial.
Could it be that we have adapted to responding to our “fur babies” in much the same way as we respond to human children?…
When I watch a movie where the human character gets injured, maimed or killed – I’m solid as a rock. Not because I’m some cold hearted sister with the inability to empathize – my brain just associates and accepts the fact that “this is only a movie” and I’m cool.
But let the dog get hit by a car or separated from his pet parent and I’m all liquid. Snot and tears for days.
I wasn’t always like this –
When did this happen to me?
THE OTHER DAY –
Mr. Bill is a Eucharistic Minister who volunteers in our Pallative Care Unit at the hospital where I work. He is always jovial and the manner in which he carries himself is best described as “spiritually uplifting.” Always has a kind word to everyone he meets accompanied with an easy going smile.
Monday Mr. Bill walked through the Volunteer Services door carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His dog passed away over the weekend and he was beside himself with grief.
Here’s a man who sits in the hospital with terminally ill patients. He comforts and consoles families as their loved ones receive end of life care.
Yet as he tried with all his might to tell me about his beloved Bischon he was literally falling apart in front of my eyes.
As I hugged him and tried to render comfort, tears slid down my cheeks and I’d never met the dog. I’d never even seen a photo! But it was a dog, it was his pet – it was a doggggggg.
CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY? –
Why do we feel so protective, so responsible, so parental?…
Pawhaps their unconditional love is the key! It is so addictive, the thought of them being mistreated, injured or crossing over that Rainbow Bridge is just too much for us to comprehend without our emotions racing out of control like track and field Olympian athletes.
Whatever the case –
Life for me is just better with a dog in it!…