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Slept 13 hours last night. Felt pretty good, up until I had to give little Nina her medicine. Chloe took it fine, but with Nina I have to give like 6 different things, and THEN force feed her soft food mixed with water through an oral syringe. Nina and Chloe, if you don't know, are the two sick kitties we've adopted from the Humane Society I work at. Nina is a 1 year old, 5 pound, black siamese mix, with green eyes instead of the traditional blue, with big bat ears and a velvety coat. She's the very, very sick one... we don't really know if we're going to be able to nurse her back to health... we've been force-feeding her for almost a week yet, and we've taken her to two vets, spent over a hundred dollars on her, and it turns out that not only does she have a very serious upper respiratory infection, but pneumonia, AND the herpes virus. Chloe is getting over upper resp., so we're hoping that she's healthy enough to fight off everything that Nina can give her, including herpes. From what I understand, feline herpes is very similar to human herpes - it's highly contagious, and they can get sores in and around their mouth, along with internal infections. So, we have an extremely sick cat, but we're trying anyways - she is the reason why Jared wanted to adopt in the first place, that's how awesome she is. Jared saw her at the shelter and fell in love. We knew we were going to get her, and then I guess he started looking at the other kitties just to see what they had, and he found Chloe, the vocal tortoiseshell. She licked him, cried to him, and loved him. He said he wanted her too, and I said that was fine, thinking he was kidding. We came back in a couple days and picked them both up.
Wednesday I was trained how to watch over the front desk in the cat building, and how to find everything I would need incase someone wasn't there for me to ask. Usually I'm up in the dog building, so this was something very relaxing - no barking or the stench of vomit and feces. Unfortunately, I also have to witness the incoming cats, which I am now glad that I don't have to see the incoming animals dogs everyday. Someone dropped off the two meanest cats I have ever laid eyes on. They came from different owners, but they were equally as pissed off as the other. In Westerly, part of my volunteering was to socialize the animals that come in, more often than not the cats. I have dealt with and been a huge part of socializing feral (wild) cats so that they can be adoptable. These two cats that came in were housecats, but they were meaner than any of the feral ones I had ever handled. They sat in the backs of their cages and growled, they made a noise that rumbled their cages and that you could hear from across the room. If you walked by, nevermind making eye-contact, they attacked the cage doors, making such an awful noise that you fell back over hoping that their cages were locked - because if they weren't you were fucked. They wanted to kill everything and anything that went anywhere near them, it didn't matter if you were feeding a cat in a cage five over from them, you could still hear them hissing and growling. And people let their kids around these animals! I don't know how ANYONE could ever neglect and abuse an animal to this point, but we have two different cases of it, and I can guarentee you that the world will be a safer place when they are euthenized. There are some cases where people have abused the life out of some animals, and unfortunately the only option then is to kill it and hope that you don't have to see anything like this ever again. Hope that in the future, people will be more responsible and just take care of their animals.
Some animals respond differently to neglect and abuse, though. That same day, we had someone drop off a cat whose back leg meat was almost entirely missing. It looked like someone took a hatchet to this poor kitten's leg, and just left it there. Even after going through such a traumatizing experience, this little kitty still purred for affection. Does this make it dumb? Maybe. Maybe it's just doing what it was bred to do - love people and be their companion. Whatever the reason, I was told something terrible. A guy I work with who has lived in Springfield his whole life, and who has worked at the HS for quite a long time, told me that he sees this stuff all the time. He said that there have been dogs dropped off that had barbed wire wrapped around it's leg and in the struggle to be free, it cuts the fur, skin, and muscle, and slips it off to the bone. He says that it comes off like slipping the meat off a chicken leg when you're preparing it for dinner. Now, how does barbed-wire come in contact with a dog or cat? Better yet, how does it get so entangled around the animals leg, neck, nose, or body, that it had to struggle free hard enough to cause the muscle tissue to be torn off in the process? Ah, well you see folks, that's the beauty of people. People, as in farmers, or maybe just people who are paranoid about their property, think that when you are done with barbed-wire, it can be properly be disposed of in a backyard somewhere, or maybe off a road when no one is around. If an animal stumbles upon a large coil, it's stuck. It either sacrifices a leg or two, or dies there. And when someone finds this animal, they bring it to us, thinking it's still adoptable. I don't know if you've tried walking on legs that don't have any muscle on it to support you, but it's pretty safe to say that it simple does not fucking work.
So there you go - irresponsible assholes lead to dead cats and dogs. But they don't know they're assholes, so it keeps happening. So I watched my supervisor pick up the poor kitty, wrap it up in a blanket, and take it to the euth room at the end of the day. Sorry, kitty.
There are a lot of problems I have with this facility, and even more with this city. I am upset with the lack of education and lack of enforcement of the law - to have your animal spayed or neutered. Most, and by most I mean almost ALL of the animals that come in are not fixed. It is also a city law to provide shelter for your animal, whether it be indoors or not (dog houses and the like) and yet it is blatantly obvious that this is not enforced either. For fucks sake, what is the point in having a fucking animal if you're not going to take care of it? Would you treat a kid that way? What is this enormous difference between children and animals that I have been missing all these years? Jared's parents have come to own a deaf puppy, for reasons that I am extremely upset about. I went over last week and was playing with it, and while cradling it in my arms, do you know what they said after I asked why they didn't want to keep it? "What am I going to do with a deaf dog?"
What the fuck do you do with a deaf kid? You love it. You care for it. You take the fucking responsibility that you accepted when you gave birth to/ adopted a handicapped being. That's what happens. Everything isn't born perfect, and if you can't handle that then don't fucking have kids and don't take in animals.
Some frustration. No, lots of frustration - especially lately. I asked Jared what he was passionate about. Video games. I prefer things with a pulse, but at least he gave me an answer after a few minutes of thinking. Maybe I don't really care about people - maybe people can take care of themselves and maybe after dealing with too many people that don't make the right decisions, I've had enough. Maybe people are full of shit, and I'd just rather care for animals instead. That's simple enough, right? Well, in order to do anythng about it I have to go through ten years of school and to be quite honest I am TOTALLY NOT READY FOR THAT. Which means I get to sit on the sidelines and care for animals and try to find homes for them and watch them be walked outside to be laid out on a table and stuck with a needle. Goodnight, doggie. Sleep tight, kitty. We'll put you in the freezer with all the other dozens of animals that are waiting for their new home at the city dump. No one will love you there, but at least no one will hurt you anymore.
Wednesday I was trained how to watch over the front desk in the cat building, and how to find everything I would need incase someone wasn't there for me to ask. Usually I'm up in the dog building, so this was something very relaxing - no barking or the stench of vomit and feces. Unfortunately, I also have to witness the incoming cats, which I am now glad that I don't have to see the incoming animals dogs everyday. Someone dropped off the two meanest cats I have ever laid eyes on. They came from different owners, but they were equally as pissed off as the other. In Westerly, part of my volunteering was to socialize the animals that come in, more often than not the cats. I have dealt with and been a huge part of socializing feral (wild) cats so that they can be adoptable. These two cats that came in were housecats, but they were meaner than any of the feral ones I had ever handled. They sat in the backs of their cages and growled, they made a noise that rumbled their cages and that you could hear from across the room. If you walked by, nevermind making eye-contact, they attacked the cage doors, making such an awful noise that you fell back over hoping that their cages were locked - because if they weren't you were fucked. They wanted to kill everything and anything that went anywhere near them, it didn't matter if you were feeding a cat in a cage five over from them, you could still hear them hissing and growling. And people let their kids around these animals! I don't know how ANYONE could ever neglect and abuse an animal to this point, but we have two different cases of it, and I can guarentee you that the world will be a safer place when they are euthenized. There are some cases where people have abused the life out of some animals, and unfortunately the only option then is to kill it and hope that you don't have to see anything like this ever again. Hope that in the future, people will be more responsible and just take care of their animals.
Some animals respond differently to neglect and abuse, though. That same day, we had someone drop off a cat whose back leg meat was almost entirely missing. It looked like someone took a hatchet to this poor kitten's leg, and just left it there. Even after going through such a traumatizing experience, this little kitty still purred for affection. Does this make it dumb? Maybe. Maybe it's just doing what it was bred to do - love people and be their companion. Whatever the reason, I was told something terrible. A guy I work with who has lived in Springfield his whole life, and who has worked at the HS for quite a long time, told me that he sees this stuff all the time. He said that there have been dogs dropped off that had barbed wire wrapped around it's leg and in the struggle to be free, it cuts the fur, skin, and muscle, and slips it off to the bone. He says that it comes off like slipping the meat off a chicken leg when you're preparing it for dinner. Now, how does barbed-wire come in contact with a dog or cat? Better yet, how does it get so entangled around the animals leg, neck, nose, or body, that it had to struggle free hard enough to cause the muscle tissue to be torn off in the process? Ah, well you see folks, that's the beauty of people. People, as in farmers, or maybe just people who are paranoid about their property, think that when you are done with barbed-wire, it can be properly be disposed of in a backyard somewhere, or maybe off a road when no one is around. If an animal stumbles upon a large coil, it's stuck. It either sacrifices a leg or two, or dies there. And when someone finds this animal, they bring it to us, thinking it's still adoptable. I don't know if you've tried walking on legs that don't have any muscle on it to support you, but it's pretty safe to say that it simple does not fucking work.
So there you go - irresponsible assholes lead to dead cats and dogs. But they don't know they're assholes, so it keeps happening. So I watched my supervisor pick up the poor kitty, wrap it up in a blanket, and take it to the euth room at the end of the day. Sorry, kitty.
There are a lot of problems I have with this facility, and even more with this city. I am upset with the lack of education and lack of enforcement of the law - to have your animal spayed or neutered. Most, and by most I mean almost ALL of the animals that come in are not fixed. It is also a city law to provide shelter for your animal, whether it be indoors or not (dog houses and the like) and yet it is blatantly obvious that this is not enforced either. For fucks sake, what is the point in having a fucking animal if you're not going to take care of it? Would you treat a kid that way? What is this enormous difference between children and animals that I have been missing all these years? Jared's parents have come to own a deaf puppy, for reasons that I am extremely upset about. I went over last week and was playing with it, and while cradling it in my arms, do you know what they said after I asked why they didn't want to keep it? "What am I going to do with a deaf dog?"
What the fuck do you do with a deaf kid? You love it. You care for it. You take the fucking responsibility that you accepted when you gave birth to/ adopted a handicapped being. That's what happens. Everything isn't born perfect, and if you can't handle that then don't fucking have kids and don't take in animals.
Some frustration. No, lots of frustration - especially lately. I asked Jared what he was passionate about. Video games. I prefer things with a pulse, but at least he gave me an answer after a few minutes of thinking. Maybe I don't really care about people - maybe people can take care of themselves and maybe after dealing with too many people that don't make the right decisions, I've had enough. Maybe people are full of shit, and I'd just rather care for animals instead. That's simple enough, right? Well, in order to do anythng about it I have to go through ten years of school and to be quite honest I am TOTALLY NOT READY FOR THAT. Which means I get to sit on the sidelines and care for animals and try to find homes for them and watch them be walked outside to be laid out on a table and stuck with a needle. Goodnight, doggie. Sleep tight, kitty. We'll put you in the freezer with all the other dozens of animals that are waiting for their new home at the city dump. No one will love you there, but at least no one will hurt you anymore.