Animals
I was looking around online for pictures to make icons out of... I was hoping to make a batch of vegetarian/animal rights icons, when I found this picture:
Upon reading it, I disdsolved in tears... I sat there a good 5 minutes just sobbing... The last line got me worst of all. Many of those animals in shelters and pounds once had names...getting choked u[p again...
They once were sonmeone's best friend, sonmeone's companion... now they are reduced to cage numbers. So many of them are gassed or killed by injection because no one wants them. Forgotten pets... god dammit I can't stop cryting.
Who could forget their pet? How could one give up their animal? Sometimes I guess the owner dies or something unavoidable like that... but a lot of times people just "surrender" their pets. Two of my dogs were dumped at the Humane Society by their pervious owners. Chancey, my lab, was left behind because her owner was getting divorced. WTF!?!? Molly, my Malamute, was being abused and was left along with her brother. Now of course I am glad fate worked it out so I can have them now and love them and give them a good home... but to think abiout their previous owners walking in and wallking away...god damn I can hardly type it... with an emp[ty leash and no dog... Jesus Christ...
How those animals must sufffer, how they must feel... confused, scared, lonely. My third dog I got at the pound, they think she ran away, but I know it wasn't from a good home because she was over a year old and not even spayed yet! Plus, the owners never came looking for her. God I wish I could take all those dogs home with me. I have three big shelter/pound dogs and my husband says no more... the city I live in says that's the household limit. I wish I could do more.
You would have to pry these dogs from my cold dead hands to ever separate us. I would rather be homeless than go anywhere without my precious dogs.
"Once known as Jake"... god dammit I wish I'd never seen this picture, I just can't pull myself together. Jake is cuch a cute name. Some of those dogs at tghe shelters, you can tell they were well taken care of because they stiulll trust humans. TYhey sit there with their tails wagging like any secoind they expect their owner to walk therough the door. But so many of them will go through day afgyter day of dissappoijntment and their wills will slowly slip away.
I can't write anymore, it's too m,uch
Upon reading it, I disdsolved in tears... I sat there a good 5 minutes just sobbing... The last line got me worst of all. Many of those animals in shelters and pounds once had names...getting choked u[p again...
They once were sonmeone's best friend, sonmeone's companion... now they are reduced to cage numbers. So many of them are gassed or killed by injection because no one wants them. Forgotten pets... god dammit I can't stop cryting.
Who could forget their pet? How could one give up their animal? Sometimes I guess the owner dies or something unavoidable like that... but a lot of times people just "surrender" their pets. Two of my dogs were dumped at the Humane Society by their pervious owners. Chancey, my lab, was left behind because her owner was getting divorced. WTF!?!? Molly, my Malamute, was being abused and was left along with her brother. Now of course I am glad fate worked it out so I can have them now and love them and give them a good home... but to think abiout their previous owners walking in and wallking away...god damn I can hardly type it... with an emp[ty leash and no dog... Jesus Christ...
How those animals must sufffer, how they must feel... confused, scared, lonely. My third dog I got at the pound, they think she ran away, but I know it wasn't from a good home because she was over a year old and not even spayed yet! Plus, the owners never came looking for her. God I wish I could take all those dogs home with me. I have three big shelter/pound dogs and my husband says no more... the city I live in says that's the household limit. I wish I could do more.
You would have to pry these dogs from my cold dead hands to ever separate us. I would rather be homeless than go anywhere without my precious dogs.
"Once known as Jake"... god dammit I wish I'd never seen this picture, I just can't pull myself together. Jake is cuch a cute name. Some of those dogs at tghe shelters, you can tell they were well taken care of because they stiulll trust humans. TYhey sit there with their tails wagging like any secoind they expect their owner to walk therough the door. But so many of them will go through day afgyter day of dissappoijntment and their wills will slowly slip away.
I can't write anymore, it's too m,uch