Sanvean Posted October 16, 2003 Share Posted October 16, 2003 It is Wednesday afternoon. I make my weekly walk through our shelter and contemplate the number of animals we'll be able to bring into here tomorrow. Four cages in the dog's kennel area, two in the isolation room and three empty cat cages are available. Depending on the size of the available dogs, it appears as though we'll have nine to thirteen openings this week. We've had several adoptions in the last few days and are lucky to have this much space available. It's never enough though...if every single cage were open it would still not be enough. There are always more unwanted animals than we can house. It's Thursday morning now. A morning like every other morning except for the weekly task that looms before me every Thursday. You see, part of my job is to go to the Harrison County Animal Control Center and "choose" animals there to take to our Humane Society Shelter...animals scheduled to die on Friday morning...more animals than we have room for. There is a full house of animals at the Animal Control Center this week. As I walk down the gravel road that separates our facilities I can hear them barking and see some of them in their outside cages. Every single cage is filled to capacity with several animals in each one. Animals that never asked to be on this earth or in this place. When I open the door to the kennel area, I am greeted by a chorus of excited doggy voices. They each seem to beckon me to "look at me, choose me, love me....." In run one is a large litter (9) of chow mix puppies, each one equally adorable. Run two holds a very old Golden Retriever, two small briar scarred Beagles and a shy German Shepherd. Run three holds four dogs held for biting and four has two Terrier mix puppies, five shepherd crosses and a small puppy so mixed in breed no recognizable one can be named. Run five holds several dogs unavailable for adoption at this time and six holds twelve different puppies varying in size, shape and breed. Each one competes for my attention, providing antics to convince me to pay attention to just them. As I start down the second side of the shelter, my heart drops. Run seven holds four confiscated dogs whose owner is being charged with cruelty to animals. These particular ones have been starved. Two large, withered Coonhounds and an old shrunken Beagle lay together in the corner of the cage and a pregnant female Coonhound lies on the outside. The female is so thin each rib is apparent. Her hair is dull and lifeless as is her eyes. She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes and I am glad. I'm glad because I don't want to see the pain that lives inside of them...glad because I am ashamed that one of "my kind" did this to her. Her stomach protrudes awkwardly from her thin body...almost pulling her to the ground because of her weakened state. Food bowls are filled to capacity but these animals no longer have the desire to eat and are so ill the food goes untouched. As I turn to go, the pregnant females tail slaps ever so slightly against the concrete floor. As cruel and horrific as mankind has been to her, she still longs for the kind word or soft pet she knows must be in them. Runs eight through twelve hold more of the same. Relinquished pets who aren't "cute" anymore or who ate little Jimmy's favorite toy. The St. Bernard mix who "got bigger than we expected (?)" and puppy after puppy whose owners thought they could find a home for them but couldn't. Puppies who have never known love or a real master and who for the majority of them, never will. Older dogs ready to die whose owners either didn't have or wouldn't spend the money it would take to put them to sleep at a private veterinarians office. I see dogs who are frightened, depressed and unable to understand why they are here and where their master has gone...dogs who because they are so withdrawn, will not find a new master in time. Now I must "choose". I walk into run one and bend down to examine the chow mix puppies. When I get to floor level, my lap is filled with the wiggling, licking puppies. Each lick says thank you...each glance one of pure adoration. I choose four, two boys and two girls, choosing simply by sex as each one is equally wonderful. Many of the animals I am looking at are too sick to be adopted out and therefore must be passed over by me as well. Their illnesses are caused oftentimes by the negligent way they were treated before they came here. Many die of parasites and controllable diseases that could have been prevented had they only received a little care...a worming or a vaccination. In run three I take the two terrier mixes and the small unrecognizable breed. From run five I take a lab mix puppy, a half grown German Shepherd and two cocker crosses. I only have two spots left and I've just finished side one! I retrieve a Boxer mix from run nine and in twelve a Beagle puppy. I've reached my limit but there are so many more left. The animals look at me hopefully, wagging their tails and bouncing against the cage fronts. "Don't leave," they seem to say, "I'll be a good friend to you if you'll only let me try." I try to avoid their eyes and actions and remain focused on the fact that I was able to save the thirteen dogs in tow. I try not to hear their cries....try to pretend they're not back there...the way so many do when they leave them here. I enter the cat area expecting the worst and I am not disappointed. Every cage is filled with every color and age assortment imaginable. I only have three available cages and there are at least thirty five animals in these cages. I pick three tiny kittens (I can put them in one cage and still have two choices left), a large white female about one year old and a large black and white neutered male whose owners "suddenly developed allergies." My two kennel technicians walk over to help bring our pets to the shelter. Eighteen animals will be taken out of here by us this week (an unusually large amount) and we are still leaving over fifty animals behind that are available for adoption. Why can't we make people realize there is absolutely no reason to let their animals breed indiscriminately? I only wish they could see what we see every week of every year. We take our charges to the shelter and settle them in their new temporary homes. Each one is given a raised platform or a soft carpet to lie on, a full food dish and fresh water, a chew and a toy or two. Shots and worm medicine are administered and bathes are given. It's been a long day for us all. The animals settle into their new surroundings and we go home. It's Friday now. If possible this day is often worse than the last. This is the day of the week that the animals we left behind are killed. We drive our cars by the closed facility and try not to imagine what is happening inside. Before long, we can hear the doors open and a thudding sound...a sound we know all too well. You see, this is the sound of their now lifeless bodies hitting the bottom of the truck that will take them to their final stop. The sound of the many creatures who only yesterday looked to me for comfort...who asked me to choose them...who only wanted one last chance. I try very hard to focus on the good we do. I don't want to downplay the tremendous effort it takes to save and place the many animals we have, but I cannot forget the ones I didn't save...the occupants of the truck that leaves the Animal Control Center every week. I walk back to the dog runs and view our newest arrivals. Everyone has had their cage cleaned, eaten breakfast and are now napping or pulling on their littermates tail. I bend down to the little Beagle I just brought in. She gratefully licks my hand and then my cheek. Here eyes are so full of adoration and gratefulness. I try to look past the tears in my own and for one moment forget that I'll have to do this again next week Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Lucky Chaos Posted October 16, 2003 Share Posted October 16, 2003 Read this before but still :cry: :cry: :cry: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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behle Posted October 16, 2003 Share Posted October 16, 2003 Heartbreaking and horrifying. :cry: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Guest Anonymous Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 :cry: :cry: :cry: You should have put a warning... I can't stop crying now... :cry: :cry: :cry: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Anonymous Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 Did you know an estimated 800,000 healthy lovable dogs and cats are killed in Florida shelters each year? Here's something we can do to help... I'm not sure if any of you have heard of this but 'Florida Plate for Paws' must raise $89,000 and collect 15,000 e-surveys by December 1, 2003 in order for legislature to approve a statutory amendment to stop pet overpopulation in Florida through increased funding to spay/neuter programs and increased public education about the importance of spaying and neutering pets. Here's the link for more information... [url]http://www.floridaplateforpaws.com/[/url] And here's a link to spread like a computer virus... [url]http://www.group-solutions.com/ss/wsb.dll/vern2/Plate.htm[/url] Time is running out. Fill out those surveys today! I'm not sure how many of you 'Dogomaniacs' are from Dade or Broward County Florida but for those of you who are... next Tuesay, October 21st, a fundraiser is being held at Uncle Funnies. Even though it lands on a World Series night, a good number of attendees are expected. Hope to see you there :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Anonymous Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 :( :( :( :( :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: that was so sad i can't stop crying *wipping tears * Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
marion Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 :cry: :cry: :cry: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jen Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 [img]http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/sad/014.gif[/img][img]http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/sad/014.gif[/img][img]http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/sad/310.gif[/img][img]http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/sad/310.gif[/img][img]http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/sad/239.gif[/img][img]http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/sad/239.gif[/img] that is soooooo heartwrenching, it breaks my heart thinking about those poor little furbabies :cry: :cry: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mommacat Posted October 19, 2003 Share Posted October 19, 2003 That is so sad, but really makes you think. I am soooo crying right now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Angelboddy Posted October 19, 2003 Share Posted October 19, 2003 :cry: :cry: :cry: Oh, that is so very sad. They have been talking about making our humane society a non-kill shelter. :D I hope the vote passes here.......the only problem they fear is over population. And they can only hold so many pets, what will happen to all the other unwanted pets. :( I just wish people would be more responsiable for their pets. :x :evil: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
imported_nea Posted October 19, 2003 Share Posted October 19, 2003 :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :( Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Mutts4Me Posted October 19, 2003 Share Posted October 19, 2003 Thank you for posting that. It really got to me, and it inspired me to write up Sasha's story, which I'm about to post under "An 'Unadoptable' Adoption." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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