'I Confess …'

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9/17/2008 1:20:59 AM

I have recently been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and though I do not feel it is any excuse for my strange behavior, I want to reassure all that I am a proud and responsible friend of all the animals whom I care for. I have a cat that has been around since I was 7 (she is still with us now and I'm 23). I had wanted a cat really badly because I have always felt a great interest in them. Shadow would always hide from me, hated being picked up, and hated my loud and energetic presence. I would force her to stay with me by putting her in a laundry basket while I played in my room, wrapping her in blankets and carrying her around(some cats like that but I knew in my heart she didn't), chase her around the house and tell her that I didn't like her. I felt resentful towards her because she wasn't a 'cuddly kitty' like I had expected. Now I feel guilt for never giving her the chance to feel safe around me, or become a cuddly kitty on her own time. These days we are making up for lost time and I give her everything she wants even if it means letting her in and out of the house 100 times in a day. She has forgiven me, and I am proud of the caring person I have become.

9/17/2008 1:19:29 AM

I went out of town with two of my friends to help their friend at his warehouse. There was a lovely mixed dog with blue eyes that seemed very shy, and the guy put him in his crate when we got there. I told him not to worry and that the dog could run around while we worked but he still put him in the crate. After we had finished working it was about 11pm, and the guy was going to sleep (in a bedroom in the warehouse) and I remembered that the dog was still in the crate. I looked even closer and realised it had pooped and peed in the crate, and had poop all over its paws. I told the guy about this, and he said it didn't matter and went to bed. I was so angry at him, but for some reason I decided it was his responsibilty and left with my friends without cleaning up the dog. Just feeling sorry for it, and angry at him, was the most useless thing I could've done. (I just cried really hard for the first time about that just now, this was difficult to write) On a better note: I went there again for the same work and there was a hamster that had gotten loose and was caught. It was put in a bucket without food or water and my friend had told me they caught it 'like a week ago'. I TOOK THAT HAMSTER! I claimed it. I stole it. I feel good that I did.

9/16/2008 9:00:54 PM

When I was about 6 or 7 I got my very own teddy bear hampster. I took such good care of him at first but soon I stopped cleaning his cage as often, and stopped giving him proper attention. One day I picked him up and I felt something warm on my hand, I looked down and my hand was red with blood. I freaked out and just hoped that it was from me. It wasn't. It turns out I hadn't cleaned his cage enough, not nearly enough. Two weeks later I went over to a friends house and I called my mom to see how he was doing and he had died. I wasn't even there for his last breath. I wish I had gotten him when I was older and more aware.

9/16/2008 7:08:55 PM

hola, les queiro contar mi confesion: yo tengo una perrita hermosa que se llama Camila, a ella la rescatamos de unos dueños que trataban a sus papas horrible los tenian durmiendo en una caja de carton mojada por las lluvias sin comida ni agua, la mama estaba sucia en el lugar no habia higiene, habia desechos por todos lados era un lugar horrible, se podia notar la falta de afecto a esos hermosos animales a esos perros, asi que fue cuando aparecimos y les dimos el hogar que se merecen. porqueson seres vivos. y ami no me gustaria que me traten asi, porqeu decien que no hagas a otro lo que no quieras que te hagan a ti. yo amo a los animales

9/16/2008 6:14:21 PM

I have owned a flock of chickens for a year and a half. Unexpectedly, they all made it through their first few months of life. When they all got into the egg laying stage, I thought it was smooth running from there. They all properly grew their feathers and were prepared for winter. My small brown chicken named Mindy had begun to grow slightly skinnier than the other chubby hens. It was all downhill from there. She started to stay inside the hen house when all the others were outside enjoying themselves with the newly discovered snow. She stopped eating and soon was as light as a newborn chick. I began to hanfeed her soft and warm things like oatmeal, she still only ate a bit. She passed away in January. I was deeply depressed and I regret not seeing a vet. I will never forget my beautiful brown hen, Mindy.

9/16/2008 3:51:38 PM

I feel guilty to this day that I did not stop while my dad and I were driving on the free way and we saw a loose dog running on he side of the road. It would have been different If I were driving, but since my dad was he did not think about stopping until he saw how upset I got, and than it was too late. It's not that he didnt care, its just that we were going so fast and it was a one way highway. To this day I think about where that dog is and if hes ok, that would have been the 6th animal I would have saved from being on a road.

9/16/2008 1:53:03 PM

My biggest confessions are of times when I turned the other way and crying myself to sleep instead of speaking up if I saw animal cruelty. Never again. One time when I was in high school I was in a grocery store parking lot, and witnessed a man beating his dog with what looked like a shoe, in the back seat of a car, while yelling "BAD DOG!" over and over. I was horrified but shy, and felt that it wasn't my place to do or say anything. I cried by myself in my room. It has haunted me ever since. Tears don't fix anything. Animal cruelty is everyone's business - we must speak for them and protect them.

9/16/2008 1:19:50 AM

A coworker of my mom was looking for a home for her chiguagua.I had been wanting a chiguagua but they were out of our budget. After work i came home and cholote was part of my family. His first days he would bark and keep to him self , eventually we became attached he would sleep with me. our regretable error was that we never got him vaccinated. He was fine for about 2 and a half months. He began to stop being happy. He began to keep to himself. I was in and out of work and when i finally noticed he was vomoting. He ended up dying i was there when he had to be put to sleep i miss him very much. I got a second chance a neighbore was selling a chiguagua. We bought him and have got his vaccinations until he is an adult. His name is shadow he will be loved like he loves us.

9/15/2008 8:13:41 PM

I had many dogs and they all past away because of my ignorance. I'm still grieving the loss of Louis, my 7 month old raterrier, he past away 5 months ago of parvo. It was my ignorance of not getting his shots. One 20 dollar shot could've saved my dogs life. Theres a saying that what happens in the past stays in the past, thats no true. LOuis was a friend and part of the family. I felt like a piece of s**t when he past away.We had to put him down actually. The vet couldn't even find a vein, that's how sick he was. At least I know now that he's in a better place and that one day i'll see him again. Just remember there not in pain anymore. There suffering and pain has vanished and they'll never feel it again.

9/15/2008 7:57:10 PM

A few years ago, my family & I were living across the street from a family who had a gorgeous, gently pitbull named Petey. One day, I was watching TV in my brother's room when I heard something moaning outside. I looked outside, and saw Petey lying on the road. At first I didn't think much of it, because I just figured the family's son was playing with him. A couple minutes later, I heard some more moaning, and it started to bother me. That's about when I saw a truck pull up next to Petey. I saw a young woman get out, and she stood over him looking frantic. I finally realized that he had been hit by the truck, so I went and called my neighbors. They rushed Petey to the vet, but sadly, it was too late. And I cannot stop thinking about how if I had told them sooner, or gone over to make sure he was okay, then that poor, sweet dog wouldn't have died.

9/15/2008 7:37:27 PM

I recieved my second guniea pig and I named her Roxie. My first guinea pig was spoiled rotten, I always would play with him and feed him and hold him. Soon, things got to busy and Roxie would just sit in her cage. Eventually she would not like us touching or petting her. We fed her and gave her water and let her run outside, but she eventually died at a natural age for guinea pigs to pass. To this day I wish I would have cared and gave more attetion to the sweet little baby she was. I hope she looks down on this and remebers that I loved her. :-)

9/15/2008 7:18:07 PM

We had a rescued Shepherd mix who was about 14 years old, starting to show signs of agining. He had hip displaysia, and sometimes suffered bouts of vestibular disease. But in his heart and when he was chasing other animals he had the strength and will of a puppy. We had a pool and we were always worried he would fall in, but never did anything about it. We debated on blocking the doggie door liminting his access to the yard, but he loved to roam at night looking for rats and such. And he loved his freedom. We should have paid attention to our fears as one morning we couldn't find him. He was floating in the pool and had died. We'll never forget that scene and how we let him down. We always promised to give him the best care. Even though we loved him and gave him a great life, we never protected him from the danger of the pool. Hopefully others will learn to protect not only their children but their pets from the pool, too. This grief and guilt will be with us the rest of our lives. We felt so strongly about this that we removed the pool completely to make sure this never happens again under our care.

9/15/2008 5:02:46 PM

Me and my boyfriend have been living together for quite sometime now. He has 3 parana's and 4 geckohs. We went to petland one day to go get his evil parana's some goldfish to eat, which I still don't like it to this day.. On the ride back my boyfriend lets me hold the bag of goldfish before there last goodbyes to the world, but one was drawn to me, a big bubbly eyed goldfish, that blew bubbles in the water and always swam to the corner of the bag towards me. I turned the bag over at my boyfriend and I said "Your not killing him!" and he thought I was only joking until I began to fight with him over the fish, finally he said fine and put him in one of our juice jugs, for the time being. A couple days later, my boyfriend baught me a cute little fish tank for him and baught him another goldfish for a friend...I am only half vegetarian and I eat fish, but for some odd reason these fish have struck my heart they were so tiny and helpless, I didnt feel like eating fish ever again. Now everytime I sit at the dinner table I have my two goldfish there to remind me that fish aren't food. I feed them at the same time as my dinner time and its great to have someone at the table with. I named one Bubbles and the other Frank. I also got a chinchilla for an early birthday present from my boyfriend, this past week and i've never been happier to see such a cute creature throw wood and little pet toys around in its cage. :)

9/15/2008 4:43:51 PM

I had 4 cats from a three-legged cat we saved from the streets a few years ago. One of the males would always attack the more docile male and we couldn't get him to stop. I begged and begged my mother to get him fixed, but my father wouldn't allow it because he thought it was cruel to "deprive him of his manhood." The calmer one ran away because of the one who kept attacking him. I loved that cat. I still feel guilty about it, and I think I always will.

9/15/2008 2:38:08 PM

I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED ANIMALS, ALL OF THEM. AND THEY ARE SPECIAL TO ME. WHEN I WAS ABOUT 13 I GOT A LAB THAT COST ABOUT $500.00 AND I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WHEN YOU BUY A DOG THAT YOU ARE KILLING ANOTHER DOG AT A SHELTER. NOW I HAVE FIVE CATS FROM THE SPCA AND TWO DOGS FROM THERE AS WELL. I LEARNED THAT YOU SHOULD SAVE ALL THE DOGS BEFORE YOU SHOULD EVER BREED MORE OF THEM. AND I HOPE THAT ONE DAY ALL THE DOGS AND CATS HAVE HOMES AND PEOPLE WON'T HAVE TO KILL THEM FOR NO REASON. BECAUSE THAT IS JUST NOT RIGHT TO ME.

9/15/2008 11:47:17 AM

When I was a teenager I had a poodle/bichon mix that I loved very much! I slept with her, took her to the park, and was with her all of the time. My father was very abusive and used to hit me everytime I did something wrong. He would hit me with a belt, and every time he'd do it, poochie would try to protect me. Poochie would bark and nip his ankles, and my dad would turn around and hit her with the belt. I never called the cops on him. I called CPA but they did not believe me even though I had welts. He also used to abuse my very first dog, Tania. When she would go potty on the floor of the house because he didn't walk her, he would get upset. He expected her to hold it all day. He would spank her while holding her nose in the poop. He would then put her inside a cardboard box with the poop all day so that she had to sniff it all day. This was so sickening. She would throw up and he would hit her for that too. He eventually returned her the Animal League because he thought she was a bad dog. He lives with his step-wife and kids now and they have a german shepard that they keep in a crate. I've never seen him hit this dog. I feel bad about never seeking justice when I was younger, but I ddin't know what to do because he used to hit me too.

9/15/2008 10:25:14 AM

I remember when I got my first Teddy Bear hamster I was about 12, I found him in one of my neighbours yards running around in a circle to the left, he couldn't walk straight... I picked him up and took him to my house and begged my parents to let me keep him and to see if I could help him walk straight again, I named him Peaches. He lived happily and walked straight for 3 years. Sadly during the night he got out of his cage and got trapped behind my wardrobe, there were eletrical cords beneath him and he chewed through one of the cords, he died insantly. When I woke up in the morning I saw that his cage door was open. I screamed for my mom to come and help me find him. I was looking for him for the full day. We eventually found him curled up into a small ball. I buried him in my backyard. I always had second thoughts on what I could have done to keep him safe, if I could have given him a carrot, took him out and played before I went to bed, or if I could have renforced the cage door. I will always remember my lil Peaches... Before he died i took him to a vet, surprisingly he was older than 8 years old! I was just happy that I let him have a good life...

9/15/2008 5:44:17 AM

When I was about ten years old my dad brought home a deer that he had shot while he was hunting. He field-dressed it right in our back yard and brought the legs inside and laid them on our dining room table. He then handed me a knife and demanded that I learn how to butcher an animal. I cried and vomited, but he persisted and yelled until I butchered the poor animal. That was the day I became a vegetarian. I always look back on that day and feel such remorse for the poor deer that lost his life due to a sport. I regret not fighting my father harder about the whole issue, and I'm deeply ashamed that I succumbed and aided in his mutilation.

9/15/2008 4:21:30 AM

About 10 years ago, I was asked by a family friend to adopt one of the many dalmatian puppies they had. And so I did.. His name is/was Duke. I had Duke for over a year and everything was great though I lived in a fairly sized apartment. I took him down for walks and runs 4 times a day, but it was not enough as he was hyperactive. That did not deter me from keeping him...till one day, I had to go away on a 2 week trip. I asked a friend (professional dogsitter) to care for him. When I walked away from the gates of her home, his yelled, barked and whined at the top of his voice as if I was abandoning him (though at that time, it was not the case)... When I returned from the trip, a friend of hers (a family of doctors with a history of Dalmatians in their gigantic house with a big garden) had met Duke and asked if they could adopt him...It was a tough call to make, but I knew Duke, with his hyperactive ways would definitely love the idea of being able to run about more freely in a private garden...and so I let him go. I never saw him again, though I had an inkling of where he lived. My husband told me not to complicate his new life with his new family. To this date, I cannot help but sometimes feel that I did "abandon" him out of love for him, but all I can do is wish him happiness, love and all things good that he deserves. I still keep a photo of him on my bedside table... Today I keep 2 adopted cats who can appreciate the confines of a small apartment a lot better. I have learned that I should not keep a dog unless I have the right environment to house him/her. Be safe Duke.. I do miss you. J.x

9/15/2008 4:03:03 AM

A couple of months ago my dog, Liloo delivered her first puppy very early in the morning. Around midday, she hadn't delivered the other puppies. Nobody was worried except me. We took her to the vet a couple of hours later and they injected her pitosin to speed the contractions. Once we got back home, she delivered another puppy, but it was born dead. A minute later, the last puppy was born. The doctor explained the puppy died because of the poor care Liloo was given through her pregnancy. I wish i had cared more for Liloo and given her the proper care. I wish the puppy hadn't died, because i know she would had been as beautifull as her sisters, whom i absolutely LOVE and ADORE.

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