A segment on cruelty to captive bears was harrowing. The large animals wearing metal appendages around their body were confined to a cage so small they couldn't turn. Resuced after a life of subjection to constant withdrawal of their fluids, they now live free in a large park.
The first winner, Haatchi, the three-legged mutt who survived being hit by a train and befriended a seriously disabled youngster, didn't say much—not even a bark, although his wagging tail expressed happiness. A snippet from stage show War Horse showed some of the trials horses went through in the Second World War. Afterwards, most horses were abandoned overseas. There were a couple of genuinely jaw-dropping moments. The guide dog with the ability to tell its owner when a seizure was approaching, with exactly 42 minutes’ notice, for example, and the sniffer dog which escaped capture from the Taliban in Afghanistan.
Overall, I enjoyed watching the British Animal Awards. However, Virginia McKenna's impassioned speech left me wondering about pot plants. They are living things, confined to a container, and at the owner's mercy. Only last year, my prized (I mean respected and esteemed)bay tree died from a disease, despite my every effort to save it. Had the tree been free, maybe it could have overcome the skirmish.