Even though I adore animals, I can state unequivocally that a mature mountain lion should not be locked up in the back of a pickup truck.
However, Mufasa, a mountain lion, was made to live exactly there by force.
His existence was turned into a living hell while he was a touring circus act in Peru, all to amuse the public and enrich his owner.
Thankfully, a few animal lovers saved him.
Numerous animals are still mistreated and ignored in zoos, circuses, and other entertainment venues today. Although many animals’ circumstances have improved recently, there is still more work to be done.
due to the fact that thousands of needy animals are still compelled to live in cramped quarters and are denied the opportunity to lead fulfilling lives.
In Peru, a pickup truck was discovered with a chained mountain lion named Mufasa on it. Forcibly thrust into a life he neither desired nor earned, he had spent twenty years living there.
Mufasa was fortunate to have luck later in life. After several months of arduous work, Animal Defenders International, an organization dedicated to animal rights, succeeded in getting him released in 2015. When the group attempted to close down an entire Peruvian circus, they came across him.
Mufasa’s well-being significantly improved upon gaining independence. He was given the essential right that all wild creatures deserve, which is to live out his final years in the embrace of nature and on his own terms, as opposed to having to endure a life full of fear and persecution.
Mufasa’s story of rescue is heartwarming, and the video below documents his first steps toward independence. It’s really lovely!
Mufasa spent a few months of freedom following his rescue from the circus before his health started to deteriorate.
Twenty years of being shackled to the back of a pickup truck had taken a toll, resulting in kidney failure and other age-related problems. According to Animal Defenders International, he passed away in 2015.
However, his tale still throws light on a crucial matter.
Mufasa was a beautiful, kind animal that enjoyed having his back scratched. It is regrettable that he was unable to spend more time in the Amazon, his native home, but it would have been even more tragic if he had never known freedom.
The way Mustafa was treated was not acceptable for any animal! Please spread the word about this movie to demonstrate that you support animals as well!
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As I was about to drive my wife in labor to the hospital, I received a call saying my mother was passing away
Just as my wife’s water broke, I got a call from my mother’s nurse, and she told me my mom was dying. I was torn and forced to make a difficult decision.
The day Debra found out she was pregnant was one of those days that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We had cried together, unable to believe that we were going to have a baby home soon, and I promised Debra I’d be an amazing dad.
Debra and I had waited to become parents for a long time. We were one of those miracle couples who conceived after going through tons of failed fertility treatments and doctors telling us there was no chance.
“We’ll be the best parents to him, darling,” I told Debra one night. “I can’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.”
“I know, honey,” she’d said, smiling. I gently kissed her baby bump and promised Debra I’d always be by her side.
Debra had always been very anxious about the pregnancy due to the complications, and I had told her I would be there for her, so there was no need to worry.
Little did I know fate would plunge me into a situation where I’d have to choose between her and my mom while was in labor…
I still get chills when I recall that day. It started as a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, and nothing seemed wrong with the outside world. I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen because Debra wasn’t feeling well that morning.
I quickly assembled a breakfast plate for her, and I went to call her for breakfast. As I entered our bedroom, I saw she was leaning against the wall with one hand, clutching her baby bump and breathing heavily.
“Honey, are you okay?” I dashed to her, worried. “Should I call the doctor?”
“Gordon…my water…it…it broke,” she whispered heavily, and that’s when I noticed the floor beneath her. It was wet. “Take me to the hospital, Gordon…Please!” she cried.
“Jesus!” I panicked. “I’ll get the car started. Just hang on a sec, honey.”
I ran to our car, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the living room shelf. I opened the car door, then rushed back inside to help Debra.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll reach the hospital in no time. Okay, we’ve got this.” I was comforting her as her labor pains began. I was terrified and nervous. I was praying everything would be fine.
After we made it to the car and Debra got inside, I locked her door and rushed to take my seat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom’s nurse, Marla, calling me. My mother had been diagnosed with a progressive cardiac condition, and due to her illness, she was confined to bed rest.
Worried, I answered the phone, and Marla’s voice on the other end of the line broke me from inside.
“Gordon,” she said in a weak voice. “Your mom… She had a heart attack, so I took her to the hospital. The doctors say there is little hope she’ll make it… Your mother is dying. I think you should be here as soon as you can.”
“Jesus, Jesus!” I exhaled a sigh. Why was everything happening at the same time? I was ripped to shreds and didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, there was Debra, who was in labor, and on the other, there was my mother.
I went inside the car, tears in my eyes, and told Debra everything. I couldn’t hide it from her, anyway. She saw my face and asked me what was wrong. And I blurted everything out.
“Mom is dying, honey. She had a heart attack, and Marla’s asking me to be there as soon as possible. I am so nervous. I – I don’t know what to do….”
“Honey,” Debra said. “Call a taxi. I’ll go by myself…”
“What?” I was taken aback. “No, we can’t do that!”. She was drenched in sweat and moaning in pain. “Look at you. It’s just not….”
“We don’t have time, honey…Ahh…call the taxi now, Gordon. Your mom needs you. You are a son first, then a husband. I will manage. Your mom…she…” Her pain was becoming worse.
“I’m calling the taxi. Oh, God!”
Thankfully, I got a taxi soon, and I instructed the driver to take Debra to the hospital safely. My hands shook as I drove to my mother’s hospital, and my tears wouldn’t stop. My heart was racing, wondering about Debra’s condition and if our baby would be alright.
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