They are supposed to be our friends

It is already obvious I think, I’m an animal lover (name it, dogs, cats, birds, squirrels…all are precious), so is my wife. In my life, I developed the tendency to put animals on first place, and people to second, as first one doesn’t involve series of disappointments out of greed, cruelty, selfishness, overload of narcissism, etc.

It doesn’t mean people are entirely unwelcome, and I would have closed out any social activities in our lives, hell no, thankfully humanity has a bright and light side too: the caring, comforting, honest, fighting for the ones cannot for themselves, working voluntarily excessive extra hours for no other gains than seeing another being rescued, happy, taken care of, educated, and so on. For those, my heart goes out always.

But the fact is, tragic fact, a huge chunk of humanity does NOT deserve the title being called human (or even an animal for that matter, also they know better than some of our fellow citizens). Two groups of cruelty I am focusing on right now: those who abandon their purchased/received pets (they used to refer to as ‘friends’ or ‘family’), being cats, dogs, parrot, no matter of kind. The other group who live on the first one’s purchasing needs and making $65 billion profit in 2015 in United States alone, becoming in the last 60 years a true industry for breeding ‘friends’ for those who seem to have no idea what is giving and receiving love and care and going online to shop their next ‘mate’. And often they have no idea either how commercial channels of pets operate, from so-called puppy mills (dog and cat breeding facilities, horror farms I would call) to pet shops, and some know, yet, they just couldn’t care less.

Many don’t seem to care either what they do to their friend(s) (a well aware, conscious, sentient being) when depositing them in a box (or not even that) somewhere at a sewer channel, under a bridge in harsh winter time,  and leave them to their fate, which often ends tragically after a period of agony of pain, diseases and loneliness, or ending up in shelters where they get a short period of time living in cages with others under conditions where they get aggressive, depressed, becoming a tad bit more difficult for adoption (there are fortunate exceptions), which is: deadly.



Why, shelters are protective places, right? Well, the people operate those many shelters across the US and the globe would probably love to mean the safe harbor for cruelly ditched animals whose owners (can’t call those people their friends, sorry) got bored, but the truth is, numbers, huge numbers, are constantly working against them and getting all the time overcrowded, which then leads to MASSIVE euthanasia procedures. As a daily job, imagine, you are forced to deal out DEAD on a scale of millions a year! A little insight from such a shelter, an open letter once published by a manager of an object:

As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all – a view from the inside, if you will.
Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don’t even know – that puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when it’s not a cute little puppy anymore.

How would you feel if you knew that there’s about a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at – purebred or not! About 50% of all of the dogs that are “owner surrenders” or “strays” that come into my shelter are purebred dogs.
No shortage of excuses
The most common excuses I hear are:
We are moving and we can’t take our dog (or cat).
Really? Where are you moving to that doesn’t allow pets?
The dog got bigger than we thought it would.
How big did you think a German Shepherd would get?
We don’t have time for her.
Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs!
She’s tearing up our yard.
How about bringing her inside, making her a part of your family?

They always tell me: We just don’t want to have to stress about finding a place for her. We know she’ll get adopted – she’s a good dog. Odds are your pet won’t get adopted, and how stressful do you think being in a shelter is?
Well, let me tell you. Dead pet walking!
Your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off, sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn’t full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy.
If it sniffles, it dies.

Your pet will be confined to a small run / kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it.
If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers that day to take him / her for a walk. If I don’t, your pet won’t get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose.
If your dog is big, black or any of the “bully” breeds (pit bull, rottweiler, mastiff, etc) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don’t get adopted.
If your dog doesn’t get adopted within its 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will be destroyed.


If the shelter isn’t full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed, it may get a stay of execution, though not for long. Most pets get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment.
If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles, chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed because shelters just don’t have the funds to pay for even a $100 treatment.

The grim reaper
Here’s a little euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being “put-down”.
First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always look like they think they are going for a walk – happy, wagging their tails. That is, until they get to “The Room”.

Every one of them freaks out and puts on the breaks when we get to the door. It must smell like death, or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there. It’s strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by 1 or 2 vet techs (depending on their size and how freaked out they are). A euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the “pink stuff”. Hopefully your pet doesn’t panic from being restrained and jerk it’s leg. I’ve seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with the resulting blood, and been deafened by the yelps and screams.

They all don’t just “go to sleep” – sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves.
When it all ends, your pet’s corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back, with all of the other animals that were killed, waiting to be picked up like garbage.

What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Rendered into pet food? You’ll never know, and it probably won’t even cross your mind. It was just an animal, and you can always buy another one, right?


DC Animal Shelter

Liberty, freedom and justice for all
I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can’t get the pictures out of your head. I do everyday on the way home from work. I hate my job, I hate that it exists and I hate that it will always be there unless people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter.

MILLIONS of animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are homes.
My point to all of this is DON’T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE!

Hate me if you want to – the truth hurts and reality is what it is.
I just hope I maybe changed one person’s mind about breeding their dog, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say “I saw this thing on craigslist and it made me want to adopt”.
That would make it all worth it.”

  Harsh, yes. Truth is, sometimes you have to be, in orde to be heard! And such must be heard, seen, read and foremost, TAKE ACTIONS of the right orde: adopt puppies, kittens, or adult dogs and cats, and do not pay the breed industry for their horror farms to operate, and take a friend in your life only IF you are 100% sure you want and you can! Abandoning them has no viable excuse. None, in my book!

  You didn’t like to read and see any of these? Neither do I. Making these posts disappear forever needs the work of billions of people worldwide when they choose wisely and with a heart in the name of those who cannot.

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