They are so used to being made to laugh that when Jon Stewart burst into tears, some people laughed.
The host of the acclaimed
The Daily Show
—a reference for so many benefits that do not fit in this column, although I cannot resist citing one: discovering John Oliver, the person who, since his
Last Week Tonight,
guarantees the best half hour of television of the week — has returned after nine years of absence to cover the American electoral race and was not crying, although she could have, because of Trump's data in the primaries, she was broken because her dog Dipper had died the day before.
Stewart remembered how he had met him: a decade ago he and his children participated in fundraising for an animal shelter and at the end of the day someone introduced them to a beautiful brindle pitbull that had lost a leg after being run over.
It was love at first sight.
“In a world of good boys, you were the best,” he said without holding back his tears.
It is a difficult pain to share, I know it well, I saw the clip in the waiting room of the vet, after in a visit that was supposed to be routine my cat Pachin was diagnosed with lymphoma, and Stewart's tears mixed with those that I contained while they talked to me without me listening about chemotherapy and non-invasive protocols.
Jon Stewart remembers his best boy, Dipper.
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— The Daily Show (@TheDailyShow) February 27, 2024
If there wasn't an alderman involved, I bet someone in the audience would have yelled: “Hey, Jon, what's wrong with the people!”
Those of us who consider our animals family are always under suspicion.
If you regret the dozens of non-human lives that were lost in the Valencia fire, there will always be those who will accuse you of ignoring people, as if one pain excluded the other;
as if by suffering more we would suffer less;
as if love were finite and we wasted it on trifles.
In addition to being sad, we must pass a moral test.
Seeing the images of the rescue, many of us wondered what we would have done with our animals.
A friend who lives in a ninth floor was wondering if it would be crazy to buy rope to lower them down the facade in case of a catastrophe.
It is no greater madness than the ones I suspected while following the distressing coverage.
There will be those who minimize our anguish and even those who believe that our tears are second category, even though our pain is first class.
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