Chuckie and Lola and VooDoo and Chloe
Chuckie is dead. He died tonight. He was a deep red chow mix. I'm heart broken, but I understand. Someone damaged him, making him unpredictable, which led to him biting. I understand why he had to be put down, but I'm dying inside because I loved him. He had many opportunities to maul me, and never did. In fact, he gave me kisses, and I really appreciate that he didn't kill me. He could have killed me many times, and he never did. I am sorry he is gone, but while he did not hurt me, he did hurt someone else. This final incident occurred in the shelter, it was his fourth bite, I think, and that is a death sentence by law. No one could save him. I just wanted someone else to know that Chuckie existed and though he did inflict harm in his life, I am sure it was nothing compared to what was done to him before he was rescued, causing him to be the way he was. I will miss Chuckie and I will cry for him.
Lola is slated to die tomorrow. She is an unspayed female who was in heat when a strange child ran up to her and grabbed her face, she bit the child. Lola is a tiny mixed breed of cream and white colors. She is very frightened at the kennel. She is beautiful and sweet and has never shown aggression toward me. I really love Lola. I Lola so much I want to save her and take her home. I am not going to do this, because I need to accept that I cannot save them all, and I know I am not financially prepared to take on another animal right now. I have cried for Lola and I will cry for her again and again, because she doesn't need to die. Her owners want to euthanize her, because the bite involved a child and is considered a bad bite, the shelter is afraid to take her in due to liability. I fully believe if they had care enough to spay their dog and respect her, Lola wouldn't be in this mess. Lola is going to die and it is not her fault. She bit out of fear, she bit because she was in heat (and we all know how women get when it's that time of the month), she bit because no one protected her- so she did it herself. I hope her owners come back in their next life as dogs who have to experience what they practiced in this life. Poor, dear, little Lola, the husky mix... may you go to place where fear no longer exists and where you are loved.
VooDoo died Monday. He was three years old. He was a Dino, who had an auto-immune disease. He kept getting ill, it was one thing after another, and his owner could no longer afford to go on that way. When he began to urinate blood, no sanctuary or shelter could be found to take on such an ill animal, and his suffering was ended. I wanted to save VooDoo too, because he was a sweet dog with fucked up genes and it wasn't his fault. You should know he went quietly, at ease, and will be waiting for his owner when her time comes, because it crushed her heart to say goodbye. She also has his father an mother at home, and I know when she looks at them she will think of him, and hate that lack of money is a death sentence.
Chole died the same day as VooDoo. She was an older cat with cancer. Her mother is a vet, and knew what had to be done. Chloe lived a good long life and was very loved. Saying goodbye is hard, but sometimes it's to spare great agony, and that makes it not so sad.
More than these four left us this week, but these are the four that made me realize sometimes everything sucks. It was a bad week for fuzzies, and I predict more sadness is to come as the week approaches it's close. When death is brought out of love, it makes me cry for the release of life. When death comes from another place, it makes me cry for the world and my lack of the ability to change it. I need to find a way to change the world so it doesn't hurt the ones who deserve to live the most.
Lola is slated to die tomorrow. She is an unspayed female who was in heat when a strange child ran up to her and grabbed her face, she bit the child. Lola is a tiny mixed breed of cream and white colors. She is very frightened at the kennel. She is beautiful and sweet and has never shown aggression toward me. I really love Lola. I Lola so much I want to save her and take her home. I am not going to do this, because I need to accept that I cannot save them all, and I know I am not financially prepared to take on another animal right now. I have cried for Lola and I will cry for her again and again, because she doesn't need to die. Her owners want to euthanize her, because the bite involved a child and is considered a bad bite, the shelter is afraid to take her in due to liability. I fully believe if they had care enough to spay their dog and respect her, Lola wouldn't be in this mess. Lola is going to die and it is not her fault. She bit out of fear, she bit because she was in heat (and we all know how women get when it's that time of the month), she bit because no one protected her- so she did it herself. I hope her owners come back in their next life as dogs who have to experience what they practiced in this life. Poor, dear, little Lola, the husky mix... may you go to place where fear no longer exists and where you are loved.
VooDoo died Monday. He was three years old. He was a Dino, who had an auto-immune disease. He kept getting ill, it was one thing after another, and his owner could no longer afford to go on that way. When he began to urinate blood, no sanctuary or shelter could be found to take on such an ill animal, and his suffering was ended. I wanted to save VooDoo too, because he was a sweet dog with fucked up genes and it wasn't his fault. You should know he went quietly, at ease, and will be waiting for his owner when her time comes, because it crushed her heart to say goodbye. She also has his father an mother at home, and I know when she looks at them she will think of him, and hate that lack of money is a death sentence.
Chole died the same day as VooDoo. She was an older cat with cancer. Her mother is a vet, and knew what had to be done. Chloe lived a good long life and was very loved. Saying goodbye is hard, but sometimes it's to spare great agony, and that makes it not so sad.
More than these four left us this week, but these are the four that made me realize sometimes everything sucks. It was a bad week for fuzzies, and I predict more sadness is to come as the week approaches it's close. When death is brought out of love, it makes me cry for the release of life. When death comes from another place, it makes me cry for the world and my lack of the ability to change it. I need to find a way to change the world so it doesn't hurt the ones who deserve to live the most.