Post by silverhammer on Jul 18, 2012 14:16:29 GMT -5
Seeing Tamb's post about the poor black kitty being put down made me think of this.
I got my cat when she was about 3 years old from my XH's cousin. He was selling his condo and upgrading to a new townhouse. He'd heard that cat nails could ruin hardwood floors () so he told me casually he was just going to put the cat down!! I told him I would take his cat and 5 years later she's the love of my life! I've never met a sweeter cat, we snuggle all day and she'll lay by me in the mornings and stroke my face with her little cat paw. (I like to think I'm not a crazy cat lady, but this might be the proof)
Any other stories about horrible reasons people got rid of their pets?
This is part of my 5 minute break from the craziness here.
But anyway. My FSIL dumped her shelter dog at my in-laws. He went from a "member of the family" to an outdoor only dog when she decided to move in with BIL. BIL/FSIL just bought a house, so they really could take him back, (since ILs are talking about moving) but BIL just assumed that we would take him in since ILs told him that they couldn't have him anymore. Sure. Please sign me up for an untrained 75-pound dog.
Post by sweetcaroline10 on Jul 18, 2012 14:26:22 GMT -5
This dog:
DH took (the guy gave him to us, not stolen "took him") him from a guy that was going to put him down or bring him to the ASPCA because the dog was an asshole for running away and being scared of thunderstorms. We agreed to taking him for one night to see how he would get along with our other dog. One look at him and I knew he wasn't going back.
We later realized that the dog had no front teeth. When we called the dick guy who was going to put him down, he told us that he used to lock the poor dog in a metal crate during thunderstorms. The dog had such major anxiety he would try to chew his way out of the metal cage. :@
He is seriously the best dog ever. Otis is his name. :heart:
My mom once suggested that when she downsized into a condo in the near future she was going to take the cats (she has four) to the shelter because 'cat's can't live in condos'. I lost it on her and she never brought it up again.
Seriously, irresponsible pet owners make me so angry.
Our new little dog came from "friends" who kept her in her crate all the time, 24/7. She had no toys, no bed, no collar/leash, never been for a walk etc. When we took her to the vet she was undernurished and dehydrated. She is the sweetest thing and instantly became part of our family.
Ducky's original owner passed away from old age, he stayed with the body until she was found. The owner's son was then going to have Ducky put down, but a neighbor intervened and brough him to the Humane Society where we adopted him and he's an amazing family member.
On another board someone linked to an article about how French pounds fill up every summer, people give up their dogs if they can't find pet care before they go on vacation. It's such a big problem the humane society there is trying to do education pushes in the spring to try and get through to people that this is not a good idea and shouldn't be considered an option.
I worked with someone one time who took her dog to the vet one day. While she was there, a man came in with a medium sized lab mix and said to the front desk people "I just want to leave her here, I don't want her anymore". The dog was his, not a stray he had just found. When they asked why he said "well, she's 7 years old and I just figure she'll die soon anyway". :-|
I recently adopted my dog from a local rescue and began following them on FB. A week after I adopted him, the head of the rescue posted a pic of a dog from within the state with a plea for someone to adopt/foster the 6 year old mix. The owners gave her a WEEK to get the dog or they were going to put her down because she was INCONVENIENCING their newborn. WTF?!?!
The dog was their loving pet for 6 years and suddenly she wasn't fit to be part of the family. They chained her outside in the heat and refused to let her in. Thankfully, someone was able to pick her up and house the poor dog.
Post by kellbell191 on Jul 18, 2012 14:55:46 GMT -5
We volunteer a lot in rescue and it makes me rage-y. I don't do intake.
We had people who had a dog afraid of thunder and moved near a set of train tracks, which make her freak out, so they dumped her at the pound. Didn't call a rescue, just dumped her at the pound.
Arabella, my sweet Golden Retriever/Blue Heeler mix (now 15-years-old), belonged to some of our neighbors up the street. They owned her mother and she just had litter after litter after litter. They kept Arabella until she got pregnant and then my father happened to overhear them discussing their plan to take her out to the country and dump her on a gravel road. He told them his daughter liked the dog and we would take her. So we did. She had 11 puppies and then we spayed her.
I worked with someone one time who took her dog to the vet one day. While she was there, a man came in with a medium sized lab mix and said to the front desk people "I just want to leave her here, I don't want her anymore". The dog was his, not a stray he had just found. When they asked why he said "well, she's 7 years old and I just figure she'll die soon anyway".
I wish I could. But he's not good around cows. He nearly got MIL killed this spring because he wouldn't stay out of the cow pastures. I just can't take that chance with T around.
I once got an email at work from a co-worker that had been forwarded a bunch of times. This woman had a cat that was 5 or so years old but now "needed" to get rid of her because she (the woman) now had a baby. It took every once of strength I had not to email her directly and chew her out.
People who act like animals are disposable make me stabby.
My MIL, who has moved at least 25 times since my DH was born (he is 30), will have animals for a while then take them back to the pound. She recently moved to a trailer park and couldn't take a husky they had had for maybe a couple years and was going to give him back to the pound but I took him to my parents house where there is about two acres for him to roam. They moved last Christmas and they have come to see him once since he's been moved even though she was soooo upset that she had to relocate him. Yeah, right.
I have two cats that I rescued from a kill shelter. My DH and I got them about a year apart and they are our feline fur babies. My mom has suggested to us THREE times that we should get rid of them because we are going to be buying a new house within the next year. Yeah, I'm going to take my two cats back to the pound after I have spayed/neutered them, named them, feel in love with them because I don't want to get my new house dirty. God forbid that cat hair gets anywhere. Oh, and we have two small dogs that she never said anything about. Maybe that's because my parents are close to them and not our cats. I told her not to bring it up again, but we'll see.
My crazy animal love really started after I broke up with a boyfriend, moved out, and he promised to keep our two cats. He told me a week later that he'd dropped them off at the Humane Society to get back at me. I went to pick them up and they'd been euthanized.
I am that person, or I was. Never again. I roll with rescued pets.
Post by wrathofkuus on Jul 18, 2012 16:00:14 GMT -5
A vet tech at the office where we took our dear departed hamster happened across this little guy running through the park:
He was skinny and hairless from scurvy. When colossal assholes who don't know anything about guinea pigs get them, and then decide they don't want them any more, sometimes they just release them into "the wild" and figure everything will be fine. Of course, since jackassery and stupidity seem to be as linked as blonde hair and light eyes, it never occurs to these people that guinea pigs aren't indigenous to this continent at all, which means that if you leave them to their own devices, not only are they pretty damn likely to be eaten, even in the best case scenario our vegetation does not suit their dietary needs. So they get scurvy.
Anyway, we got the sob story, and of course opened our home to dear Walter. And he was a dear, too. He died several years back, but we still remember him fondly, especially when the hibiscus we planted in his honor blooms.
My crazy animal love really started after I broke up with a boyfriend, moved out, and he promised to keep our two cats. He told me a week later that he'd dropped them off at the Humane Society to get back at me. I went to pick them up and they'd been euthanized.
I am that person, or I was. Never again. I roll with rescued pets.
I want to get in a time machine and smash his balls. SO. MUCH.