Walter died on Tuesday. He died fairly soon after enjoying his morning breakfast. His passing was quick and serene. Just the way I would like to go.
Walter was at least fifteen years old. Rescued from slaughter, he was one of the first animals to arrive at WPF. Walter was such a character with his own unique ways, likes and dislikes. Rheumy-eyed and wrinkled, he loved routine, morning sunshine and the company of good friends. He always welcomed us by popping his head through the fence railings as we approached his paddock. Walter enjoyed his twilight years in peace and dignity sharing a paddock with his best friend, Oink. A gentle, blind cow. They had a very close, loving bond. Walter was Oink’s eyes.
Walter was one of the lucky few. Most farmed animals rarely have a chance to experience a full life. Bred to reach slaughter weight at a young age, they are usually killed before they reach their first birthday. For our consumption. Sadly, our society turns a blind eye to farmed animals - we are indifferent to their lives, their suffering and early death. Yet, farmed animals are no different to the companion animals that we share our homes with. Each one is a living, thinking individual with a distinct personality who wants to live.
Our hope is that one day soon society realises that farmed animals are as deserving of our love and compassion as our companion animals. That their lives are precious too. We have the power to change. Each of us needs to decide whether to be a part of the unthinkable suffering that continues unabated or not. Our choice. Rest up Walter. You are loved. You are respected. You have a name. You are seen as someone, not something. Oink and all of us here will miss you terribly. Debbie ❤️ ...