Yeah, this is tough to deal with for sure. Other people think I am just big hearted but I know its more than that. Charles Darwin realized the incalculable amount of suffering of animals in the world, every minute of the day, ever since animals appeared on the earth. This caused him to question his Christian faith. Why was "survival of the fittest" the chosen method of God for species to develop and to advance?
Anyway, I am not Charles Darwin, I am Heartbreak. I think that all of this extreme worry about all animals is a symptom of a sort of a congenital sadness that I am aware of that I suffer from. This condition was developed in my childhood where I missed out on a sufficient amount of love and affection and security from my parents. I keep it suppressed most of the time, but things like animal suffering will stir up my deep seated sadness and I will feel much more sad for animals than the situation or the story warrants. My persistent sadness is always just below the surface...always straining to be released, and while outwardly I seem as though I have got it made, the animals know better. They know the real me inside.