I've seen so many pets become affected by the soaring temperature. One case sticks in my mind - an Old English Sheepdog that had been left outside a shop. My team of vets and nurses had to work together to save his life and we were lucky - the dog lived. But I've also seen pets that weren't so fortunate.
With hindsight I should have insisted on a purse-sized mutt; a spaniel or a Chihuahua, because Sandy, the hyperactive border-collie that came to live with us turned out to be mad. It's as simple as that. He was a stark-raving-insane-out of control-lunatic. I have a hyperactive thyroid, but this dog made me feel like a sloth on Valium.
At the same time, this is the argument we should be listening to ourselves. There is no justice in declaring ourselves voices for the voiceless whilst ignoring the plight and cries of the individuals we personally oppress. If we cannot listen to pleas we stop harming animals in our own country, we shouldn't be at all surprised if those in Yulin will not to listen to us.
Until the last decade or so, our pets on slipping this mortal coil would be interred either at the bottom of the garden - dog and goldfish lying paw to fin - or in rather less dignified ways. It's only relatively recently that pet crematoria have sprung up and other ways of remembering our pets have emerged.