What Animals Teach Our Children

This evening, while walking in the compound with a few members of the building, I found myself in a conversation that stayed with me long after it ended.

One of the ladies asked about a puppy I had rescued — Drizzle. I told her I had fostered the sweet fellow  and then found him a good home. Another mother, who had just joined us who had a young son — a boy of eleven or twelve who adores dogs and kittens — quickly said, half-laughing, “Oh, don’t tell my son that. He’ll want one. And I don’t want that happening.”

I understood what she might have meant. Often, when children ask for pets, the adults become the primary caretakers. Feeding schedules, vet visits, cleaning up, supervision — it is work. Real work. And not everyone is prepared for it.

But as she spoke, my mind wandered elsewhere.

In our very own building, there is a dog reared by two boys who were then in the eighth and ninth standards. They were young, still children themselves. Today, years later, those boys are in college. The dog is fully grown. And they have cared for him beautifully. Consistently. Tenderly. Responsibly.

It made me think about what animals actually do for children.

Animals Teach the Value of Life

The first lesson is simple and profound: life matters.

When a child feeds a dog, refills a water bowl, or sits quietly with a frightened kitten, they begin to understand that another being’s survival can depend on them. Responsibility stops being abstract. It becomes embodied.

They learn that hunger is real. That thirst is real. That comfort is real.

And that their actions — or inactions — have consequences.

Animals Teach Empathy Without Language

Children are not taught empathy through lectures. They learn it through experience.

A limping dog.

A frightened cat hiding under the bed.

A pet recovering from surgery.

In these moments, children begin to understand pain — not intellectually, but emotionally. They see vulnerability. They witness fragility. They learn how to sit beside suffering without turning away.

No textbook can offer that.

Animals invite children to feel.

What Animals Teach Our Children

Human relationships are layered with expectation, negotiation, ego, reciprocity. We love — but often with conditions attached.

Animals are different.

They ask for food, water, shelter, companionship. In return, they offer loyalty, presence, joy — abundantly. Freely.

For a child, this is transformative.

They experience giving without bargaining. They experience receiving without performance. They learn that love is not always a transaction.

And perhaps, somewhere quietly, that reshapes the way they grow into adults.

Learning About Loss

There is another lesson that is harder to speak about, but equally important.

Animals introduce children to the finality of life.

If a pet falls ill or passes away, a child encounters loss in a contained, intimate space. They may not articulate philosophical ideas about mortality, but they feel it. The absence. The ache. The silence.

They learn that life is ephemeral. That presence is precious. That time is not guaranteed.

This awareness — however painful — deepens them.

It teaches them to value the present.

Becoming a Citizen of the World

When a child loves an animal, something expands inside them.

They begin to understand that the world is not built solely for human beings. That other creatures share space, air, vulnerability.

It dismantles the illusion that we stand at the top of some moral pyramid.

It softens the ego.

A child who grows up caring for an animal often grows up more aware — of suffering, of environmental impact, of kindness beyond their own species. They become, in the truest sense, a citizen of the world.

The Tragedy of Suppressed Kindness

I do not dismiss the practical challenges of having a pet. They are real. Time, money, commitment — these are not small matters.

But I wonder if sometimes, in protecting ourselves from inconvenience, we also protect ourselves from growth.

If a child shows kindness — genuine, unprompted kindness — towards another living being, is it not something to nurture rather than silence?

In a world that feels increasingly cruel, hurried and indifferent, the impulse to care is sacred.

When a child says, “I want to love this being,” they are revealing the softest and strongest part of themselves.

To deny that entirely — without even exploring the possibility — feels like a small tragedy.

Because animals do not only enter our homes.

They enter our conscience.

And sometimes, they help raise better humans than we ever could alone.

My Children

They are my children — each four-legged canine.

I am human; they aren’t, but they are mine.

Each came to my life, made it softer;

Each has brought its share of love and laughter.

Each pup has known my embrace and promise,

And saved the hope life wanted to tarnish.

They shone — white, or fawn, or tiger brindle —

Each brought a flame that’s forever kindled.

They pulled me back from death, I confess, twice;

Leaving them without me was not a choice.

So they stave my depression with their walks;

Most nights, they engage me in play or talks.

Xena is the smartest, Diana the kindest;

Rolfe often brought my temper to the test.

Zoe, my shadow, I loved the very best;

Bonzo was my first, and Zach’s my first-born,

And each passing gets my heart ripped and torn.

I lost my faith in God when Zoe died,

And when death comes to each, how I have cried.

They taught me early how grave loss can be,

And death seems now almost like family.

My kids have helped build all my empathy,

And love, and valour, and brave sympathy.

They have no clue of hardship, death, and life;

They have indirectly taught me a stray’s strife.

I see and judge the world through their pure eyes,

Because no one in it ever lies or dies.

I give them all the love I have and can,

And each of them makes me a better man.

Ultimatum

You say you’re tired;
But I’ll tell you how tired feels:
It feels like those countless times
Your dad picks on you,
Because you’re gay,
And you dread the sound of him entering a room;
So much so that he makes you afraid of men in general –
To be tired of the fear and the feelings of inadequacy.

You say you’re tired;
But I’ll tell you how tired feels:
It feels like falling in love,
When you realise it wasn’t meant to be just once,
Like all those books say,
It happens over and over again,
With people who cut up your heart;
Because they cannot love it whole.
To be tired of explaining who you are,
To those who want to love you entire
But cannot.

You say you’re tired;
But I’ll tell you how tired feels:
It feels like the pain that rips your inside,
When the children you love are taken
By death – and yet you get another –
For the love you gain
It’s happiness you sacrifice.
To be tired then of death itself;
Because you have met him as a guest
Who is unwelcome but demands attention
And a complete tally of records.

You say you’re tired;
But I’ll tell you how tired feels:
It feels like all those futile times,
When you tried to make yourself more than
A caricature
Of trying to prove your quality.
To be tired of prejudice itself;
Because you realise humanity is bitter
And their contentment lies in the ruin of the other.

You say you’re tired.
But that’s a bit of how my tired feels.