Tamaraw: What about the rights of animals?

I WAS born during the 1940s and among those who lived through eight different decades, two different centuries and two different millenia. But what I believe sets me apart from the Generation Z is that I saw for the first time and possibly the last, a live tamaraw when I was in Grade 1. The occasion was the visit of then-president Manuel A. Roxas in 1946 to our town, Calapan (Mindoro), during which the people were given the rare opportunity to see a live tamaraw which thrives nowhere else in the world except Mindoro.

The tamaraw I saw was black with straight horns, smaller than a carabao or a cow, and very much unlike the multicolored tamaraw vehicles and definitely not a basketball player (FEU Tamaraws?).