A week ago, a story appeared in my Facebook feed, posted by an animal anti-cruelty group that a baby fox had been found in country X, in some random location, skinned alive. The fox was still alive when it was found. They rushed it to a vet, but it died after they reached the vet's office.
I don't know if this specific story is true--I'm not going to try to verify it with Google--but it is certainly the kind of thing humans do quite frequently, so I would guess that more likely than not, it is true.
What could be more tragic than to be born happily into this world intact with all the promise that life offers and all that buoyant happiness that babies possess then to be skinned alive by a bigger, stronger creature?
The suffering is almost unimaginable, and almost silent and voiceless, too, but for a few people that told the baby fox's story. If a baby fox cries out to the universe in all its physical and existential pain, does the universe listen?
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