A three-week-old bobcat kitten and three-day-old fawn were rescued from the fire, and while animals of separate species are rarely ever placed together, emergency circumstances forced rescuers to put the two in the same area. And the rest is Disney storybook history:
The bobcat and fawn would not normally be placed together, due to regulations, but the rescuers had no choice. They snagged the bobcat kitten first, finding it dehydrated and near death. Later, they brought in the fawn and discovered they didn’t have a crate large enough for it. No matter – the kitten ran right over to the fawn, and the two became fast friends.So...yes, this made me cry. Maybe I've just been having a really emotional couple of weeks, but I think there's something so incredibly pure and heartbreaking about this scramble to survive, this clinging to one another because that's all you have after your world's been turned upside down. We see it in tragedy--after September 11 and in the depths of the whirlpool of Hurricane Katrina--and we see it in the day-to-day when we ask people to get coffee or lunch, or when we move to a new city and know no one.
Perhaps what keeps human beings alive (and I mean truly alive, not just merely existing in the same time and space) is interaction with someone of their kind. For someone to understand their struggle, their pain, and who they are and where they came from.
Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but I'd like to think these animals are exhibiting the simplest form of love, something that gets ruined by human beings when we overthink and let our own personal torments overwhelm our decisions. Maybe we can learn something from this.