THESE ARE TRUE STORIES.
THE ENTRIES ON THIS PAGE ARE GRAPHIC IN THEIR DESCRIPTIONS
OF THE HORROR AND DISGUST SOME ANIMALS HAVE HAD TO GO THROUGH.
WHERE POSSIBLE, THE AUTHOR HAS BEEN CREDITED.
PARENTS - THIS PAGE IS NOT RECOMMENDED FOR CHILDREN.
PARENTS
PLEASE READ THIS TO YOUR CHILDREN!!
IT ONLY PROVES HOW IMPORTANT EDUCATION TRULY IS.
REMEMBER, WE WERE INSTRUCTED AND GIVEN
THE TOTAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL ANIMALS BY GOD.
IT IS NOT A JOB TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY!!
PLEASE DO YOUR PART AND EDUCATE YOUR CHILDREN!
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WARNING - PAPER SHREDDERS NEAR PETS!!
This one comes from a well-respected Borzoi (dog breed) person and veterinarian - Elizabeth A Coney, DVM of KY
She wrote:
Now - for every one of you that has a home paper shredder with an "auto on" feature, I want you to go turn it off and unplug the paper shredder right now.Night before last, I was presented with a paper shredder containing most of a tongue, ripped out by the base, and a very pretty and sweet 1-1/2 year old lab-mix whose owners euthanized.
She always watched the paper go into the shredder; she thought it fascinating. The "auto-on" feature means the shredder sits there waiting for some 'thing' to get placed into it - like an inquisitive tongue.
I told them, "Dogs can do fine without a tongue, they have to learn to drink and eat differently", but the owners didn't want to go there. The look in this sweet little dog's eyes said, "I'm sorry; I guess I wasn't supposed to do that; it's all my fault". We all cried.
In subsequent posts, Beth says she has since learned that dogs who have lost more than half their tongues DON'T do as well as she had originally been taught. According to the veterinary literature, it is also possible for animals to be injured other places than tongues - a Basset lost an ear; a long-haired cat most of the skin on its side; a kitten lost a foot; etc. She didn't mention any human injuries but I can't imagine a toddler being immune to either curiousity or injury.
Everyone should read this, but I must warn you,
This is extremely graphic and truthful.
Written by a Shelter Manager and posted in the "Best of Craigslist".
If you want a pet, you should know exactly what happens
if you decide you can't keep your pet any longer.
Not all shelters are exactly the same - some are "no-kill" - but not all.
"I am posting this (and it is long) because I think our society needs a huge "Wake-Up" call. As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all - a view from the inside if you will.
First off, this is a forum for adoption and/or rehoming as clearly stated in the rules of Craigslist. All of you breeders/sellers on Craigslist should not only be flagged (and I hope the good people on Craigslist will continue to do so with blind fury), but you should be made to work in the "back" of an animal shelter for just one day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even know - that puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little puppy anymore.
So how would you feel if you knew that there's about a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at? Purebred or not! About 50% of all the dogs that are 'owner surrenders' or 'strays' that come into my shelter are purebred dogs.
The most common excuses I hear are:
They always tell me, "We just don't want to have to stress about finding a place for her . . . we know she'll get adopted, she's a good dog!" Odds are your pet won't get adopted and just how stressful do you think being in a shelter is??
Well, let me tell you . . . your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop him off . . . sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn't full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy . . . if he sniffles, he dies. Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. He will have to relieve himself where he eats and sleeps. He will be depressed and will cry constantly for the family that abandoned him.
If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don't, your pet won't get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of his pen with a high-powered hose.
If your dog is big, black or any of the 'Bully' breeds (pit bull, rottie, mastiff, etc. . . ) he was pretty much dead when you walked him through the front door. Those dogs just don't get adopted. If your dog doesn't get adopted within his 72 hours and the shelter is full, he will be destroyed. If the shelter isn't full and your dog is good enough and of a desirabled enough breed, he may get a stay of execution - but not for long.
Most get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed for showing signs of aggression - even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles, chances are he will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed because shelters just don't have the funds to pay for even a $100 treatment.
Here's a little Euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being 'put-down'.
I hope those of you that read this are bawling your eyes out and can't get the pictures out of your head . . . that's exactly what I do every day on my way home from work. I hate my job - I hate that it exists and I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at the shelter.
Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full and there are more animals coming in every day than there are homes.
My point to all of this - DON'T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE!!
Hate me or flag me if you want - the truth hurts and reality is what it is - I just hope I might have changed one person's mind about breeding their pet, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a pet. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say, "I saw this thing on Craigslist and it made me want to adopt" . . . that would make it all worthwhile."
I Put Dogs in the Gas Chamber
Yes - I gas dogs and cars for a living. I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I'm in my mid thirties and have been working for the town in different positions since high school. There isn't much work here and working for the ounty provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher educaiton. I'm the person you all write about how horrible a person I am.
I'm the one who gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the one who pulls their dead corpses out smelling of carbon monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I'm also the one who hates my job and hates what I have to do.
First off, all you people out there that judge me - don't. God is judging me and I know I'm going to Hell. Yes - I AM going to hell. I won't lie. What I do is despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. But I'm not entirely to blame - if the law would mandate a spay and neuter program, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil - I know it - but I want you people to see there is another side to me; another side to the Devil Gas Chamber Man.
The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning, the day most people look forward to. This is the day that I hate and wish that time would stand still on Thursday night.
On Thursday nights - late - after nobody's around, my friend and I go to a fast food joint and buy $50.00 worth of cheeseburgers, chicken sandwiches, and fries. I'm not supposed - actually, I'm not allowed - to feed the dogs on Thursday because I'm told they will make a mess in the gas chamber - and why waste the food! But on Thursday night, when the shelter is closed and no one is there, I go into the saddest room that anyone could ever imagine and let all the doomed dogs out of their cages!
My buddy and I unwrap each cheeseburger and chicken sandwich and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs. In all my years of doing this I have never been bit and the dogs have never fought over the food. They swallow the food so fast I don't believe they even taste it! Their tails are wagging and some don't even go for the food right away - they roll over on their back and want me to scratch their tummy. They all start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. Then they go back to their food and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope; and their tails wag so fast that I have come out with black and blue marks on my thighs. They devour the food. Then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee-stained concrete floor and we let the dogs jump all over us. They lick us - they put their butts in the air to play - and they play with each other. Some lick each other but most are glued to me and my buddy.
I look into the eyes of each and give each of them a name - they will NOT die without a name. I give each dog at least five minutes of unconditional love and touch. I talk to them. I tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long and torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber. Some tilt their heads to try to understand. I tell them they will be in a better place. And I beg them not to hate me. I tell them that I know I'm going to hell but that they will all be playing with all the other animals in heaven.
After about 30 minutes I take each dog individually into their feces-filled concrete jail cell and pet them. I scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw and I just want to die. I JUST WANT TO DIE! I close the jail cell door on each dog and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I walk out, we watch as every dogs smiles at us - some don't every move their head. They will sleep - with a full belly and a false sense of security.
After we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go into the cat room. We take our box and put the very friendly kittens and the pregnant cats into it. (The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats like they do the dogs.) As I hand-pick which cats are going to make it out of this slaughter house, I feel like I'm playing God - deciding who's going to live and die. We put the cats into my truck - on blankets in the back. Usually as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats and kittens sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.
My buddy and I make out two-hour one-way trip to a county that is very wealthy - they use injection to kill animals. We go to the exclusing neighborhoods and let out one or two cats at a time. They don't want to run - they want to stay with us. We end up shooing them away which makes me feel sad. I tell them that these rich people will adopt them. I tell them if worse-comes-to-worse and they do get 'put down', it will be with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.
It's about 5:00 in the morning now; about two hours until I have to go gas my best friends. I go home - take a shower - take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work. I don't eat. I CAN'T EAT. It's not time to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my earplugs in. When I go to collect the dogs they are so excited to see me. They jump up and kiss me - they think we are going to play.
Then I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. THEY JUST KNOW. Then can smell the death. They smell the fear. They start whimpering the second I place them in the box.
The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches every move I make. He know I hate him - he knows I hate my job. But I have to do as I'm told. He tells me to throw all the dogs and cats in together and he watches all the fighting and screaming. Thank goodness the sound is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. The boss walks out as he sees me turn on the gas.
I walk out as fast as I can and go into the bathroom. I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and the blood takes my brain off of what I just did. In 40 minutes I have to go back and unload the now-dead animals. I pray that none survived which happens sometimes when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit, the blood and all the bowel movements. I pull them out and put them in large, green garbage bags. I tell myself, 'They are all in heaven now'.
I then start cleaning up the mess - the mess YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spaying or neutering your animals. The mess YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE the taxpayers!! DEMAND that this practice STOP!
So don't call me 'The Monster', 'The Devil', The Gasser' - call the politicians, the shelter directors and the county people those names. Heck, call the Governor - tell him to make it stop!
As usual, I will take my sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I have heard in the past, before I discovered my ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep. I believe I'm beginning to hallucinate.
This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me . . . I judge myself enough.
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