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.

In the Face of Such Hate

The moment I decided to put up my article on stray dogs, I knew dissenters would follow. I was expecting it. And of course, they did come — one in particular on Instagram telling me that I speak only on “neutral” issues, that I avoid the present government, that I don’t comment on the geopolitical world.

I told him what I’ve come to understand in my 40s: I must focus on the things that matter to me most. I cannot scatter my energy across every possible cause. My agenda is clear — to fight for the rights of the gay community in India, to speak against animal abuse, and to lend my voice to those who have none. These are not “neutral” issues to me; they are deeply personal.

I have heard the inane arguments before — If animals matter so much to you, why don’t you take them into your home?

The same logic could be applied to humans: just because I offer food and clothing to a homeless man does not mean I am obligated to house him and pay for his living expenses. Life has afforded me only so much to give. If I were a man of immense wealth, I would do more — perhaps build shelters for the stray dogs, fund hospitals for them, as Ratan Tata has done. But I work with what I have: my voice, my words, my compassion.

As for politics, I have my beliefs. I have been a liberal, a leftist, a pacifist — but these are not labels I wear on my shoulder. I do not need to shout my political alignment to validate my morality. I know where I stand. But political debate rarely brings me peace. It is not that I shy away from confrontation — I have had plenty of heated political arguments — it is simply that I choose to focus on what affects me directly, where my voice can matter most. Whether that is for children in war zones, women, for queer youth, or for an abused animal, I want my words to be intentional, not scattered.

Right now, it is the Supreme Court ruling on stray dogs in Delhi that consumes me. The idea that during two months, these dogs will be rounded up from the streets they know, stripped from the people they trust, and thrown into overcrowded, cruel make-shift shelters — it shakes me to my core.

Scrolling through Instagram, I see protests, petitions, and beautiful stories of street dogs and the humans who care for them. One reel broke me: a dog runs happily to greet a man with food, tail wagging, free and trusting. Then, the voiceover reveals that someone poisoned the dog. I thought of my own fur-kid. I thought of the grief that sits like an old scar in my body, sometimes quiet, sometimes throbbing. This day, it surges. I can not breathe.

And yet — I still speak.

I speak because silence is complicity.

I speak because what is real to me matters, even if it is not “real” to someone else.

To those who say I avoid “real” issues: my reality is different from yours. I wish we lived in a world where we could respect that — where our differing realities could exist without hate. But hate is precisely what I am seeing now. People openly say they would kill dogs; some claim they already have.

Where does this hate come from? It feels pathological. Learning Psychology in College, I was fascinated by serial killers — I wanted to understand the machinery of cruelty. Now, I see similar patterns in the way people, from behind anonymous screens, unleash venom on the defenceless.

There are facts and figures that prove how non-dangerous street dogs really are. But when hate takes root in the human mind, facts become irrelevant.

And so here I stand, like King Théoden at Helm’s Deep, looking out at the darkness and wondering — what can you do in the face of such hate?

I don’t know if the courts will be swayed by protests, petitions, or the quiet persistence of Satyagraha. But I do know this: I will keep speaking. I will not let fear or hate dictate the worth of a life.

Because the moment we abandon compassion, we abandon the very thing that makes us human.