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Day after day , I hear it ...and it
hurts. WE KILL PUPPIES. It's a fact of life and it's a fact of
business. But it still hurts. I am the one that does it.
I don't like it, but it has to be done.
We all have heard the numbers...and all of
us hear the stories. Now it's time to hear why. Are you sure
that you can handle it, because it's not a easy thing to learn
about.
I've done this for just over two years, so
I am offering this page based on the truth. Not just the
numbers. I've seen things in this time that I never thought would
happen...or could happen. But it does, and it's enough to make this job a
necessary thing.
A puppy finds a new home. He is
loved, and after the new wears off he was placed out side the house.
He was a furry dog and very happy. At the end of the chain, he grew
bigger and bigger. He had the food and the water to keep him alive.
But that's not enough...You see, as he grew, the collar didn't. Just
like the fence wrapped around the tree...he had to grow. The
collar was embedded in his neck. The open wound was up to an inch
deep, completely around his neck. I've seen this more than a dozen
times so far...and all of the dogs were happy and friendly. One of them
had a wire tied around her belly...by the time that we found her, she was
literally cut in half...and still she was happy and loved people. We
could not save her. She had lived all her life with the pain, so to
her it was normal. She had never known any
different...
The family cat is let out to go to the
bathroom. Sounds normal, right. This is what happens to about
thirty a day in this shelter. After about four or five days, the
owner misses their cat and decides to look for it. Another few days
pass before they come to the shelter to check. If they were lucky,
they find out that we found it and have it here. Or they might find
out that their cat was picked up with a shovel, alongside the road.
Or that we found it after the car hit it, and we had to put it down.
It lost the fight with the dog...or another cat...it got pregnant...I
could go on...
The dog was found wandering down the
street...with a thirty pound chain dragging behind it. At the other
end of the chain was the metal picnic table and the umbrella from his back
yard...I just laughed at the thought of the fence and the damage as this
fellow pulled the table over with him. His owners never came to look
for him...my guess is that they sure taught him a lesson.
The neighbor really hates it when your cat
leaves foot prints on his new car...You can't see what harm that can
do. Until they decide to leave a bowl of anti-freeze on their
porch. It's not like they forced your cat to drink it...it's after
you watch your cat convulse for a few hours that you decide to do
something. Calling your Vet at 8:30 at night just tells you that
it's too expensive. You take it to the shelter a tell me that it was
a stray.
A call comes in about a sick dog roaming
the streets...our officers respond and find a dog with a wound in the back
of it's head...one that is old and was invaded by maggots. The dog
is still happy, but moves real slow and sluggish. It's not easy to
deal with this and the nightmares that follow. But I have
to...
The owner came by to ID his dog...but
because the dog had a bullet hole in his leg, he decided to leave
it. He didn't tell us ... we were expecting him to return for the
next two days...meanwhile the dog was in some serious pain. We
finally make contact with him on the fourteenth call...and he tells us
that he won't be in to pick up his Rottweiler...he can't spend that much
on a DOG.
And you still call me a puppy
killer.......that hurts.
I have to take care of your
mistakes…
I have to clean up your messes…
I have to do the dirty job...and I am
busy.
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