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people that just abandon animals on the side of the road!!!! :mad:
i found a gorgeous golden lab puppy just hanging out on the side of the road near my house today. you could tell that the puppy hadn't eaten in a couple of days because you could see bones. :( i took her home and i'm keeping her. it just pisses me off to no end when people do that to animals..... |
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Also, some chick hoarded all kinds of cats, namely persians and others, nearby my city. And the cats had sat in their feces for ~6 months, etc. This isn't like a farm, this is like chick's house. :eek: In her garage, etc... Somehow some unfortunate plumber had to do a job at her house and he promptly called animal services!!! The poor kitties... :( Before throttling, give some time, get checked by a vet and then nail the bastards... |
We found my cat on the side of the road when he was a kitten, maybe about a month and a half to two months old. We knew someone dropped him because he approached my mom without hesitation, and as soon as we set up the litter box, he knew what to do.
We live down a long windy road that's in marsh land. People seem to think that this area is a place for their obscene amounts of large trash they don't want to pay extra to have picked up. Evidently, they feel the same way about leaving animals. We actually saw a car with the kitten right before we got there. We're not sure whether or not they dropped him or just stopped to look, but either way, how could they leave him? |
stuff like that makes me really sad too. :(
On the radio the other day they mentioned how animal shelters were seeing such a huge increase (something around the neighborhood of 35%) in animals surrenders that they have had to turn people away. Those people will likely take them to shelters with "kill' policies or abandon them. The shelters think it has something to do with the economy. It COSTS money to properly take care of any pet, whether it is a fish or a cat or dog or horse. I wish people wouldn't take pet responsibility so lightly and think they got a "free" dog. I also wish people would spay/neuter their pets to help control the animal population, but when people get pure bred dogs, they think they can be expert breeders to make a few bucks. |
We live in a society that assumes everything is disposable. And that includes most people's pets. It sickes me to the core. If you haven't heard the story of Ella... here it is. This happened not far from where my office used to be. I hope she rots in hell.
http://miamiherald.typepad.com/crazy.../rip-ella.html |
I posted a rant on here a couple of years ago about the people down the street who let their puppy run around in the yard and my little girl and I saw the puppy get run over. So did the owner. What did she think would happen when she let a very young puppy run around in the front yard? That it would stay on command?
We still get upset when we think about it.:mad: |
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I don't think they put in that article that she was caged next to a big bag of dog food. Sick, sick, sick. We're the same way. We have a basset hound, three cats, and a 10 year old gold fish. *lol* |
I'm involved in a rescue organization. This week alone, over 80 dogs were surrendered, mostly to kill shelters, because people don't know any better. There's such a shortage of people who are willing to foster these creatures - they don't know what's going on, only that they must have done something wrong.
While visiting a client, I heard a woman talking about getting rid of her dog because he was 10 years old. I couldn't help it, I just said, "You realize that your dog will be killed, don't you? Who adopts a 10 year old dog? How are you going to explain that to your grandchildren, that the dog was too old? What are they going to think about you?" My brother lives on a farmette, and they get animals dumped on their private lane on a regular basis. Thank heavens they're such animal lovers - they take them all in. |
Oh my goodness, you're preaching to the choir here.
My parents live on street surrounded by woods, so people constantly dump unwanted animals by their house. We usually will pick them up, feed them, and take them to our local shelter. We once took in, fed, and found good homes for 5 kittens that my mom found in a box when she was coming home from work (and no shelter could take them). |
When I was an undergrad I drove through a long stretch of country road to get to work and I spotted a 6 puppies on the side of the road. I was in a rush, so I said I would get them on my way back. When I came back, one had been hit, so a friend and I gave 3 to a rescue group, her parents kept 1, and we gave 1 to another friend. Prime example why people should spay and neuter their pets so they don't have to dump unwanted puppies.
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My parents have had so many animals over the years (right now, they have five cats ...), and most of them have been abandoned animals that have just shown up and couldn't be turned away. It's sad :(
The tendency's been passed down. Of my parents' current pets, one cat my brother found abandoned at work and brought it home, another my sister rescued from a Walmart parking lot (where apparently the kitten was about to be picked up to be pitbull food ...). |
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I'll never forget one summer driving through South Carolina - a little kitten (about maybe 4 weeks old) in the middle of the road. It was almost hit by an 18 wheeler. I stopped the car and got it - so tiny, and totally covered with fleas. This was in the middle of NOWHERE. Someone must have dropped off a pregnant cat or the kittens. :mad:I went to the first store I could find, and asked the person behind the counter if she could take it to the shelter. She very rudely said no, why don't you?:confused: Well, I'm already running late for getting my daughters to camp. Going back 45 minutes and trying to find a shelter in a city I don't know wasn't very feasible. Luckily, the lady behind me heard our tale of woe, and took the kitten. She said that once her children saw it, it would probably not make it to the shelter because they would keep it. :)
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So my husband and I got into this discussion about domesticated animals knowing when to stop breeding and limit their populations naturally, like wild animals do... The issue is "predation"--domesticated animals are not predators.. Yes they may bite and attack without warning--but the tracking and seeking food like real predators do, does not happen in domesticated animals. They just have sex and make litters of babies... That is all they do--more mouths to feed. They do not stop. That is why all the animal people are saying please, please, please spay and neuter your pets...
As far as predators go, their populations are controls at neonate stage. Maybe 1 out of 10 neonates survive to juvenile stage. Most get killed, eaten or their ecosystem changes. That is why some major predators have problems. Also we humans have stuck some interesting stuff in our environments, it not that hard for certain predators to learn how to get food without having to hunt or catch it... I dunno, but from what I hear, there are fewer predators that like "live kill" than there are that straight out scavenge for food. Basically, the predators we all know and love, are lazy and like to scavenge their food rather than catch it... |
People who abandon animals absolutely disgust me. When I was at the pound adopting my dog, this woman walks in and says she needs to leave her dog because she andher boyfriend just moved into an apartment that doesnt take pets. Who moves into a new place that wouldnt allow you to bring your dog? They told her she had a sign a waiver acknowledging that in all likelihood her dog would be put down, and the woman looked surprised. Idiot. The sad thing was when I walked out to my car, the poor dog was in the back of van barking like crazy (probably from North Carolina heat in June).
I just tell myself anyone who abandons or abuses animals goes to hell. |
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Please read the end part for copyright reasons
“How Could You?”
Copyright Jim Willis 2001 tiergartenjim@yahoo.com http://www.crean.com/jimwillis When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” – but then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch – because your touch was now so infrequent – and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?” They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you – that you had changed your mind – that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?” Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself – a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End “How Could You?” is included in a book of Jim’s collected writings, “Pieces of My Heart – Writings Inspired by My Life with Animals,” published March 2002 in both the USA and UK. All rescues and organizations may order the book at the same quantity discount that booksellers receive. See the book’s website: http://www.crean.com/jimwillis/. The book is now also available from amazon.com in the US and amazon.co.UK in England. Please ask your local bookseller to consider stocking the book and perhaps create a display of other animal-related titles. We automatically grant all not-for-profit uses of “HCY?” and respectfully request that everyone who uses it includes a mention of the book in their publication/distribution, especially about the fundraising discount, which has already earned significant amounts of money for shelters and rescue efforts. (A jpeg of the book’s cover is available at the above site, if you require a higher resolution, please write: tiergartenjim@yahoo.com. Dear Friends – “How Could You?” was written as my attempt to change some minds among the general public and their perception of animals as disposable. “HCY?” has been translated and published in twenty foreign languages. If you distribute the essay or wish to publish it, please use the complete text, and please retain the title, my byline, copyright notice, my e-mail address and the URL for the book. I have had to decline requests from newsletter editors who wished to edit it down because of space limitations. The essay was carefully considered as I wrote it and shortening it will dilute its impact. Was “How Could You?” inspired by a real dog? Yes, but a dog with a happy ending. Although I’ve been just as frustrated for three decades as you are by the mass dumping of animals and how they are often regarded, it took a nine-year-old Basset Hound, “Holly Golightly,” rescued by us on her last day from a kill shelter, to inspire me to write it. I call “Holly” my muse, and she will have a good home with us for the rest of her life. On behalf of the millions of pets who have lived and died in circumstances similar to the dog in “How Could You?” – I thank you for placing the message where those who need to read it most may do so. Please help tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Thank you and we wish you good success with your own efforts on behalf of animals. Jim Willis The Tiergarten Sanctuary Trust, USA & Germany |
that is sad. i teared up when i read the end of it. i feel horrible for the people that have to put down the animals.
and to the person who asked if i knew it was a somebody. yes i did know it was a somebody because the dog had a collar on with it's name and number of its house and i called the number and it had been disconnected. Quote:
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Honey, you just made me cry... and snuggle up to my beloved bulldog a little closer. We "rescued" him when his owner had to deploy and his wife and kids were moving back to the states to live with her mom who had no room for a dog.
We watched the Oprah a few months ago that discussed puppy mills and pet stores and have vowed that any animal we take in, it will come from a shelter. If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. Spay and neuter those pets, adopt from shelters or rescue missions... and if you find yourself in a situation where you have to part with your pet, try all means necessary to find it a good home before you take it to a shelter. |
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No one is "Forced" to give up their pets, they just don't try. |
Just yesterday my mom took in a dog that wasn't being abused, per se. He was fed (not enough - he's very skinny), but that was about it. He's been left largely to his own devices . He's a 7 month old border collie. If you know border collies, you know they are very intelligent and need "work" to do - if they don't have it, they invent it. Poor Spark is so sweet - but scared of his own shadow. Luckily, he and my boxer Kaiser are great buds. Kaiser is showing him the ropes, and Spark seems to be relaxing a little bit.
I waited years to get my dog - waited until I had the time to give to a puppy, and researched breeds so I knew what I was getting into with a boxer. I bought him from a family - and I got to see his mom, his aunt, and some cousins. He came from a home much like the one he would have with us. My daughter had actually wanted a border collie, but I knew I didn't have the time to train and work with one like I should. What was the guy who bought Spark thinking, indeed. |
I've read that article before.........it makes me cry EVERY TIME! What people do to animals makes me sick. We have 4, one cat, Ziggy, from the pound, one cat, Harley, who was a feral kitten, Molly, our lab who was left in a backyard 24-7 in sub zero temperatures the winter we rescued her, and Murphy, an American Bulldog who started out as a foster but ended up a forever friend. I will ALWAYS get rescues, even though dealing with some of the behavior problems that comes with older mistreated dogs is quite difficult sometimes.
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I just started bawling! Thanks Honeychile...
I wanted to work at the humane society but I cried the first day. I could never give up my dog or future dogs! My kids will grow up with dogs just like I did! I'm need tissues now... |
We've been adopted by a family of feral cats. It started out with just a cat having kittens under our shed, and now there's at least six who consider our deck home. Half of them are Siamese - who on earth puts a Siamese out on the street?? We're obviously feeding them, and trying to socialize them, which is a riot, considering that we're all allergic to cats.
We got one of them to the vet last week, and he had conjuctivitis of the eyes, an upper respiratory disease, and sores in his mouth. He's only five months old, but gorgeous - Siamese with amber points, very soft fur. So, we kept him in a cage this past week, giving him medication, and yesterday, got him neutered. He's still recuperating from that (physically and emotionally) for a week. Why I'm posting this is because we called ten different vets to find out how much it would cost to get "the herd" vetted & neutered, and the lowest price per cat was over $100. The six from our deck are just the tip of the iceberg - there's another ten or so who are still around, just not on our deck. We went back to our dog's vet, and made a deal with them. It's a national chain, VCA, but they were willing to make a deal! We bring the cats to be vetted, and they will run the standard tests. If they have feline leukemia, aids, chlymidia (who knew?) or any other potentially fatal disease, they will be put down. Otherwise, the cost for all of their shots and neutering will be roughly $50. They fell in love with Luke, and are letting us put up posters to find them homes. So, even if you're used to dealing with a national vet, try to make a deal. It won't work for a cat or two, but it probably will for a "herd" like we have. Good luck! |
I can't believe someone would leave an animal like that, especially dogs since they are so loyal.
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We ended up having to take the kittens to animal control. They were willing to accept them, and they'd put them up for adoption if there was nothing wrong with the cats (and if they had an adoptable disposition). We just had to live with the fact that these kittens were probably euthanized. :( |
I HATE hate.
This is a picture I took on campus yesterday: http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e1...d/IMG_0835.jpg I find it repulsive. |
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