Sometimes passion is more powerful than protests
I am the only fish person in my family. My mom told me to flush Jade alive the other day, because she's sick. The only other person who shared my passion for fish was my grandma, but she passed away 2 years ago.
My sister works in a Chiropractor's office, they used to have a betta in a vase, and a saltwater tank that was nothing but bad luck. She never really got too attached to the betta that was there.
A couple of days ago, I was telling her all about the 2 hours I spent in the store, haggling with my fiance to save Don Quixote and Diablo from the death cups, I told her how sick and emaciated Donqui is, and how thin Diablo is. I also told her how quickly Diablo started feeling better, and I've been keeping her updated on how Donqui is doing.
She called me last night and told me that hearing about my bettas, and the personalities that they all seem to have, and seeing how much I love them has made her realize that there's no such thing as "just fish". She said that she never thought about them in the same terms as dogs and cats, because they don't make noises when they're hurt. She has a new appreciation for fish in general, and said that she admires me for my passion for something too many people dismiss so easily.
Even if she doesn't enjoy fish like I do, even knowing that I made it through to one other person to let them know the truth about a very misunderstood group of living, breathing, feeling things; it's an amazing feeling. Especially coming from my sister, who is my best friend in the world, we're very close.
Sometimes, it doesn't take yelling, or posters taped up everywhere. Sometimes, it takes passion, and talking about the things you really love, to make it through to another person. ^_^