Hopeless

Some days its easier than others, some days are filled with cuddles in the sun, digging in the yard, watching your babies guzzle their bottles just one day closer to release. 

The next, hundreds of animals are marked for culling. 

I look at you, Handsome, my perfect baby and I cry. 

I cry for you, for the loss of your mother. That is more suffering than any baby should have to go through. 

I cry for your brothers, your sisters, your entire mob that are not safe. That will likely not be safe in my lifetime.

I cry for the inhumanity they will endure. 

I see numbers cleared for execution for no other crime then thriving. 

You, Australian Government, license me to help with one hand and license them to hunt with the other. 

We spend half our lives loving these animals, for others to shoot their families down.

But in the face of hopelessness, we care.