Feeling sheepish

Shaunetta, the sheep allegedly stranded on a cliff edge in North Yorkshire for a month, has died. I say ‘allegedly’ since some locals claimed that she was able to escape back up to the fields whenever she wanted and simply visited the ledge because she preferred the view from there.

The RSPCA - that’s the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, in case you had forgotten (please remember that PCA bit) - were called and, presumably because Shaunetta suffered from the misfortune of having not been born a cat or dog, ordered that she be shot ‘in the best interests of the animal’. Well, I don’t know about you, but being a healthy (hopefully) and happy (definitely) animal myself, if someone wanted to shoot me ‘in my best interests’, I wouldn’t be best pleased.

If this is the sort of action undertaken by a society that claims to prevent animal cruelty, then I shudder to think what would’ve happened if a society that encourages animal cruelty had been called instead. Maybe Shaunetta would’ve been machine-gunned to death, as opposed to having to endure a single bullet?

Just makes me a little angry and a little sad. I’ve a good mind to phone the RSPCA and report the incident. Oh...