It has been probably one of the hardest days - You all know how much my lovely Oes meant to me. So you know what I feel when animals are not looked after in what I would feel is for their best interest.
Some folk we know got a puppy despite us telling them not to get that breed of dog because they had a bad reputation. Of course they went ahead anyhow. Since then they started a young family and the puppy grew.
It was supposed to be a Staffy . With a young family they had little time for the dog and more and more often it was left without excersize. Eventually it was kept more and more in a cage. When we saw what was going on we told them all it was doing was causing the dog to become frustrated and will only lead to aggressive behavior. 3yrs later and the dog finally started to crack. It went for their small dog and caught it up by the throat. It shock it like a rag doll. This was alarming as they have small children. They tried to advertise it in the paper and on line but were told it looked as though from the pictures it was x with a dangerous breed and the adds were taken down.
With little option they turned to us. We phoned the different pounds and none would touch the dog. The best offer we got was that he would go on an 18 month waiting list. We phoned the Dog warden who said they would take him but he would not be a candidate for re-homing and that he would be put to sleep in 7 days. So we phoned our vet. They said they would put him to sleep that night but it would cost £85. We decided that we would phone around (The council warden would have been free but he would have spent a week on death row which didn’t seem fare either?) We phoned our old vet we used before we moved and they said bring him the next day. We took him in this morning.
All the way to the Vet I was thinking how terrible it was to be in a situation of putting a healthy young 3 yr old dog to sleep. What a contrast to our Oes when we cried for days. This dog we were not sure what the vet would say so we told the folk to make him ready to go to the council pound. When we went to get him – it was like when we rescued Murph all over, only this time we were not the rescuers were we? There was NO color, No bedding, No toy – it was obvious he was unloved and unwanted. No wonder he was aggressive. Dh had said what if we took him for a week? Maybe we could turn him round? But all I could think was Dh is only out of hospital after a second bout of heart surgery. We just lost our lovely big Oes and I don’t like staffy type “fighting” looking breeds. I am a big stupid fur ball girl. I don’t like scary dogs.
On the way to the Vet I heard him crying – we put Murphy’s mussel on him so as to make sure he was safe.
But he whimpered and cried and I felt like I was taking him to his execution and he was begging for life.
I saw all the lovely fields and thought if only we could stop the car and take him to play – but he hadn’t been in a field for a long, long time and what if he got away? What if he hurt someone?
So we pulled up to the vet and they took us straight away we didn’t have to wait at all.
The vet asked about the attack and we told her what we had been told. She looked at the fellow and asked who was in that house. We told her they had small kids and she said the neck hold was not play it was a deathblow. She said he would eventually do it to the children. She said she would give him a sedative before the job because he was so hyper. She did and I felt a little better. She asked if we wanted to stay but DH and I just looked at the lad and said No we don’t he isn’t our dog. It would have been like supporting it? We didn’t because we felt given the opportunity he could have been a lovely dog. With the right owner in a home with no kids or other pets. But he didn’t get the chance. So we signed the consent and walked away. I felt bad because when Murph died we held him in our arms I held his paw we cried and cried. But this dog was unloved in death as he was in life. I felt cruel but I had no feeling for him either? If I took him home he would have been able to get our little dog or our granddaughter? And I didn’t like him. Honestly I felt bad because I didn’t like him. – I mean look at my avatar. My choice is a big fur ball that you couldn’t possibly be scared of. It was just pure fighting thing? How can I take that home when all I want is my beautiful trustworthy steadfast old Murph. It was not my dog – I walked out and left him to die alone and unfriended. All I did was wait for Murphy’s lead and color and his muzzle.
The only thing that justifies this cruel act is that he will never harm the children.
If he was brought up right he would not have been aggressive I am sure!
why do dogs that are loved and have good homes die and these folk do this?
Oes –
Some folk we know got a puppy despite us telling them not to get that breed of dog because they had a bad reputation. Of course they went ahead anyhow. Since then they started a young family and the puppy grew.
It was supposed to be a Staffy . With a young family they had little time for the dog and more and more often it was left without excersize. Eventually it was kept more and more in a cage. When we saw what was going on we told them all it was doing was causing the dog to become frustrated and will only lead to aggressive behavior. 3yrs later and the dog finally started to crack. It went for their small dog and caught it up by the throat. It shock it like a rag doll. This was alarming as they have small children. They tried to advertise it in the paper and on line but were told it looked as though from the pictures it was x with a dangerous breed and the adds were taken down.
With little option they turned to us. We phoned the different pounds and none would touch the dog. The best offer we got was that he would go on an 18 month waiting list. We phoned the Dog warden who said they would take him but he would not be a candidate for re-homing and that he would be put to sleep in 7 days. So we phoned our vet. They said they would put him to sleep that night but it would cost £85. We decided that we would phone around (The council warden would have been free but he would have spent a week on death row which didn’t seem fare either?) We phoned our old vet we used before we moved and they said bring him the next day. We took him in this morning.
All the way to the Vet I was thinking how terrible it was to be in a situation of putting a healthy young 3 yr old dog to sleep. What a contrast to our Oes when we cried for days. This dog we were not sure what the vet would say so we told the folk to make him ready to go to the council pound. When we went to get him – it was like when we rescued Murph all over, only this time we were not the rescuers were we? There was NO color, No bedding, No toy – it was obvious he was unloved and unwanted. No wonder he was aggressive. Dh had said what if we took him for a week? Maybe we could turn him round? But all I could think was Dh is only out of hospital after a second bout of heart surgery. We just lost our lovely big Oes and I don’t like staffy type “fighting” looking breeds. I am a big stupid fur ball girl. I don’t like scary dogs.
On the way to the Vet I heard him crying – we put Murphy’s mussel on him so as to make sure he was safe.
But he whimpered and cried and I felt like I was taking him to his execution and he was begging for life.
I saw all the lovely fields and thought if only we could stop the car and take him to play – but he hadn’t been in a field for a long, long time and what if he got away? What if he hurt someone?
So we pulled up to the vet and they took us straight away we didn’t have to wait at all.
The vet asked about the attack and we told her what we had been told. She looked at the fellow and asked who was in that house. We told her they had small kids and she said the neck hold was not play it was a deathblow. She said he would eventually do it to the children. She said she would give him a sedative before the job because he was so hyper. She did and I felt a little better. She asked if we wanted to stay but DH and I just looked at the lad and said No we don’t he isn’t our dog. It would have been like supporting it? We didn’t because we felt given the opportunity he could have been a lovely dog. With the right owner in a home with no kids or other pets. But he didn’t get the chance. So we signed the consent and walked away. I felt bad because when Murph died we held him in our arms I held his paw we cried and cried. But this dog was unloved in death as he was in life. I felt cruel but I had no feeling for him either? If I took him home he would have been able to get our little dog or our granddaughter? And I didn’t like him. Honestly I felt bad because I didn’t like him. – I mean look at my avatar. My choice is a big fur ball that you couldn’t possibly be scared of. It was just pure fighting thing? How can I take that home when all I want is my beautiful trustworthy steadfast old Murph. It was not my dog – I walked out and left him to die alone and unfriended. All I did was wait for Murphy’s lead and color and his muzzle.
The only thing that justifies this cruel act is that he will never harm the children.
If he was brought up right he would not have been aggressive I am sure!
why do dogs that are loved and have good homes die and these folk do this?
Oes –
