People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say
Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes
This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal.
What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things
People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life
Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.
This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously
This shit pisses me off
How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you
do people actually do this?
I hate dogs myself, but this is bullshit at an inhumane level
also lack of discipline and stick-to-itdness, weak people make for an angry 0r0
I would like to throw in some two cents.
Sometimes, you just aren’t capable of taking care of an animal. I had a dog, Emmy. Best dog ever. I still have her photos on my phone even thought I haven’t heard from her in years.
I got Emmy from the local humane society. Emmy’s original owners gave her up. The reason? They were an elderly couple in their 80’s. They just couldn’t take care of a big dog like Emmy. Emmy was given to them by their daughter when her dog had puppies, and they did what they could for her. When they couldn’t do any more, they gave her up.
Fast forward to 2012, when both my parents died. I couldn’t look after Emmy, especially considering where I was going didn’t allow pets. I found Emmy a new home, doing what I could for her.
Emmy was probably one of the best things in my life. And I still reach down to where she would have been resting.
Any pet owner should be willing to do just as much for their Dogs as I, and the original owners, did for Emmy.
I don’t think this is so much directed towards owners whom were left with no other choice than to give the dog away. Things happen, and sometimes the circumstances provide an atmosphere that is harmful to a pet, rather than beneficial.
In this depiction, I see an owner I’m far too familiar with. They enjoy the novelty of a pet, in this case a puppy, and not so much the work it entails. It’s clearly stated in the words “I don’t want him anymore…”
Unlike yourself or myself. I had a husky named Sheeba. I loved her to death. I had always wanted a husky, and I still do. I took her on my runs, bathed her, played with her. Her daily life became a part of mine, until I noticed just how long she needed to play, to run. Hours and hours. I had always known that huskies were high-maintenance, high-energy animals, but it seemed like something was wrong. The problem was, the only place we had to confine Sheeba was a very, very tiny and cramped cage. It was about the size of a closet. She did not have any room in which to exercise when we weren’t playing together.
I knew that the small cage likely wasn’t helping her at all, and as I got older my schedule started to get tighter and tighter, I wasn’t able to keep up with her needs. She started to develop joint problems. I knew that I could not give her all the attention that she deserved, no matter how much I loved her, so I had to find her the best possible home I could. A family that raised huskies with a wide farmland they let their huskies run on. I haven’t seen or heard from the family since, but I hope she is much happier now.
Responsible owners do what they must out of love, and I think that is where the distinction lies.