A Crip Mom's Mother's Day Thoughts About Peter Singer
I have one human son who is graduating from high school this month. But when he goes off to college come the fall, the house won't be an empty nest at all. For I still have an assortment of animals living here, which we rescued from certain death.
One of our pack is deaf. Some are visually impaired. Some are so emotionally disabled from abuse that we may never be able to convince them they aren't being abandoned again when we run out to go shopping. Others are old and have a hard time getting around.