You are a dog, not young enough to be considered a puppy, but by no means old. It is raining. You are hungry, scared, alone. You used to have a human family, but they took you out one day and left you, you can no longer smell them, you don’t know where they went, you miss them, you hope they are ok.
Time passes, you don’t know how long, you still think about your human family every day. One day a car pulls up, some people get out and come towards you, it is not your family, you are fearful and cautious, but too hungry and weak to do anything. They offer soothing words, and you calm down.
The people from the car take you to a big building, it is warm, the people inside treat you well. Washed, dried, fed, and checked over, you are placed in a small cage, there is not much room to move, but you are dry, out of the cold, and full, overall you are happy.
As time elapses you get used to your cage life, you are fed every day, taken out for some exercise, and get pats from random humans that walk past your cage. You often see the younger pups get taken away by the humans who pat you. You are happy for them; they have a family, you still wait each day, hopeful your family will find you again.
Later that day your favourite human walks in, she always spends the most time with you, she smells like flowers and fresh cut grass. Today she is not smiling and patting you, she kneels down and hugs you, you notice her face is wet, you try to lick her, that always cheers her up, but she hugs you tighter and cries more, you don’t know what you did wrong, but you sit patiently hoping she will smile again soon.
She leads you into a room. There are other humans in here; you know them all by smell, except one. The unknown one smells of chemicals; it burns the inside of your nose, you snort; looking at your favourite human, she pats you. They put you on a soft table, it feels nice, the humans all have wet faces, but they all pat you and hug you, they keep saying things, but you don’t understand, you don’t know what is going on, you are starting to get scared. The chemical smelling one comes close, he pats and says soft words, you calm down. A sharp sting is felt in your paw, looking down you see a tube running into you, you feel the onset of panic, what is happening? Why are you here? Where is your family? What did I do wrong? You wonder.
Your favourite human starts patting you again; her face is still wet, she keeps speaking, you still don’t understand. She is upset, you try to comfort her, but a wave of exhaustion washes over you. Putting your head down, you will have a quick rest, and then you will be able to cheer her up. Maybe when you wake up your family will be here, and you can go home. As you drift off to sleep you finally understand the words, “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry” I’m sorry” “I’m sorry”.
The Cold Hard Truth
In America, over 1 million dogs and cats are put down every year because of a lack of room in shelters and rescue homes. In Australia, the number is around 200,000 to 500,000. Let those numbers sink in. Over 1 million cats and dogs, killed. Why? They weren’t loved enough by their owners. They didn’t do anything wrong. They don’t understand what is happening. They look to us to keep them safe, and we betray them. Scared and alone; they end up paying the price for a crime their owners committed.
Just because little Bratty Brad, or Selfish Suzie, did want the responsibility of looking after their pet once it was no longer young. Or nobody bothered to desex their pets, resulting in a litter being born because their pets wanted a little side action.
Cat and Dog Farms
Puppy and Kitten farms are another issue in overpopulation. Don’t let the cute name fool you. These farms are not a place where puppies and kittens drive tractors wearing overalls and little straw hats. These farms are breeding factories. They are sites where animals are kept for the sole purpose of breeding, while ignoring other essential elements of their health, such as feeding, exercises, companionship, in some places they may even be forced to lay in their waste.
Often pet shops will get their pets from these farms at a low price so they can sell them at a profit. Instead of families going to shelters to find their new furry family friend, they go to the pet store. The farm gets paid, so they keep forcing dogs to breed, the pet store makes a profit, they keep selling the animals, all the while the shelters continue to become overpopulated and have to make difficult decisions.
How Can you help?
When looking for a new pet, pay a visit to the local shelters, and rescue homes, RSPCA and Pet Barn have a fantastic arrangement, Pet Barn will host animals from RSPCA to help find them a furever home.
If you want a specific breed, make sure you visit a reputable breeder, do not buy off them if they won’t let you see the house to see the condition the animals are kept.
There are facebook groups you can join, who help keep animals out of death row, you can help by joining these groups and donating money when needed to save an animal. Make sure the group is legit. If you would like to find one, contact me privately, and I will introduce you to one.
Be sure to get your pets desexed, stop them being whores all around town.
Above all else, do not get a pet unless you are 100% sure you will be able to look after them, please remember pets are for life.
Bow is the cutest, overactive mischievous little shit you will ever meet. Bow was rescued by Jaz and myself when he was 13 weeks old, he is a domestic short hair, which I am pretty sure is industry speak for “we have no idea what he is.” Jaz and I had gone through a range of decisions about getting a cat, from adopting, to buying a Rag doll, to buying a Bengal, to buying a Munchkin. It was a Thursday night, two days before we were meant to see a person about a Munchkin for sale, we had decided to have a look, “just a look, we are not getting a cat Jaz”, at Pet Barn, we knew they worked with RSPCA, we were curious.
As soon as we walked in, we saw him, this little black furball, who was all eyes and curiosity. Jaz held him, and she melted, we knew not adopting him would be a sin. We went through the process, and an hour later we walked away with our fur baby.
Bow has been a great joy to not only Jaz and me but also to my housemate and his girlfriend. Sometimes he is a pain, like when you are trying to sleep, and he bites your feet, but overall he has dug his claws in all our hearts, and we couldn’t imagine life without him.
Thankfully Bow’s story has a happy ending, but this isn’t always the case, please consider adopting when looking for your next pet.
*Occasionally my blogs will move away from sales and marketing and talk about aspects of life. Today was one of those days, with a topic close to my heart, the adoption of animals.*