This picture just breaks my heart. I am a big cat <and little cat for that matter> lover. To see these animals shot down and laid out is a tragedy and it affects me viscerally.
Yes, I know the cops probably had to do it ... if for no other reason than the animals were mistreated and malnourished and would have attacked innocent people based on their survival instincts. It doesn't lessen the pain I feel for these beautiful animals.
I can take the objective approach and believe they were relieved from the misery of their existence. I can take the metaphysical approach and believe they came into this world with a contract to die like this in order for laws to change.
Someone looked at me today as I was reading about this and saw tears rolling down my face and asked why I chose to let it affect me. Upon reflection, I have concluded that I cried because I needed to cry ... because I couldn't stop crying and looking at the pictures. I don't need to know why: it was real ... it was cathartic ... it was in the moment.
It made me appreciate all life more and when I got home I spent a little extra time with my own cats, basking in their love and affection ... knowing with each loving stroke that I was somehow helping to heal the pain that those animals suffered.