'I Confess …'

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9/15/2008 12:53:15 AM

When I was a child, my dad would take me hunting. I am a great shot but a terrible hunter, fortunately. One trip, we went squirrel hunting and I shot a squirrel at the top of a tree. As he fell, hitting each branch on the way down, I cried. To this day, the guilt still stings, and I will NEVER hunt an animal again.

9/15/2008 12:48:13 AM

When I was young I had a cat named Zoe. I didn't know anything about cats, other than I loved them. She wound up giving birth to three kittens and a few weeks later they were dead. I had no idea how it happened, but after my mother came home from the vet she told me they died because they had fleas. I remember saying, "But, isn't that normal?" Knowing what I know how, I feel so stupid for having said that! Of course that's not normal!

9/14/2008 7:17:15 PM

I confess I bought two guinea pigs from Petco, I didn't even know that you could adopt them from petfinder, I also didn't realize how much money their food and bedding and etc would cost , I wound up adopting them out though to a good home. I will make sure I do my research next time.

9/14/2008 7:13:30 PM

I had two hemit crabs named Sabrina and Havey. This year I've started college. I asked my mom to look afther tghem for me while I was gone. When I came home one weekened I found my poor Sabrina dead. The power had gone out the night before and no one had cheecked to see if they were alright. Sabrina died from the cold. I am so sorry Sabrina.

9/14/2008 4:18:40 PM

My dog is 16. She is a mixed breed and is the daughter of our beloved, but deceased, family pet. I love my dog. Over the years she has had a series of health issues. She has chronic ear yeast infections and has been to the vet for numerous other ailments. It's not that she is not healthy, but she is a small breed and has "normal" problems. She has cost me a lot of money, but I do it because I love her. She recently survivied a diagnosis of breast cancer thanks to surgery. About a year or so ago she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and is on numerous meds. Sadly to report, she also has colon cancer. The reason I write, is because I get mad at her for being sick. She is constantly going outside and in need of special treatment to keep her clean and healthy. I hate it. I hate the cost and the effort and the emotions that come with knowing she's going to die. I feel like a horrible person for being mad at her for going out 25 times a day, or waking me at 5 am to go out or that I have to spend money on meds and special food and constantly keep her hygenic. I do it, but I resent her for it. I love her SO much and NEVER want her to pass, but sometimes I wish it would all go away. I'm terrible.

9/14/2008 11:47:35 PM

I had a fat cat named Milo who was the funniest stupidest, and just all around greatest cat I've ever had. Milo used to sleep on my bed ALL the time and we always just hung out together and lazed around in my bed when I was sick or, watched movies together. whatever I did in my room, Milo was just always my constant, always. In october of '07, one day he hadnt eaten his breakfast, and seemed lazier than usual. I happened to be home sick from school that day and we hung out together in bed. My mom then brought him to the vet where he stayed the night and we were to find out more the next day. Before I left from school the next day, I called my mom because I was anxious to know what the vet had said. Through sobs and tears she told me that I had to pick out a spot in the back yard when I got home. I had to burry my 9 yr. old friend. Apperently he had been hypothermic, anemic, and he had fatty liver disease. At the vets he had gone into cardiac arrest, and though the vet revived him, he still wouldnt make it and therefore had the be put to sleep. In the course of a day, Milo's body just gave out, out of the blue, and so fast, no one saw it coming. Though I regeret the fact that he was overwieght, the thing that just eats me up inside the most is that the day that he started to get sick, I had a cold, so I told him that we could be sick together and stay in bed together, and that we would get better together. He purred at me and rolled over as usual to have his tummy rubbed. But I feel like I let him down and like I lied to him becuase, though I got over my cold, he never got over his sickness. I PROMISED him, literally said "I promise", and he ended up dying anyways. I felt like I killed a best friend and to this day I still can't stop leaving my bedroom door open for him out of habit.

9/14/2008 2:44:04 PM

I really can't read that. Do you wan't to know what I feel guilty about? That I did not have enaugh time with my beloved dog Sasha who died at age 17 after being with us for 7 years. We adopted her from the non-kill shelter when she was 10. She was in that place for about 6 years. They were great but still it's not the same like family. I feel guilty that I didn't find her earlier.

9/14/2008 1:07:53 PM

Although this is really not my fault, it has bothered me for years. My family summered in Wisconsin each year & there was not a lot to do there. So when I was about 8 years old, I took to naming and watching all the Northern Water snakes around our property. They all surprisingly looked different enough to distinguish individuals. Some of the snakes included: Pretty Baby, Oreo, Tangerine, Dunlop, Tracy, Fred, Slither, Red, Racer, and Dragon. One day, we had a construction worker come to the house and we left for the beach while he worked. When we returned, I went to see the snakes. There was a huge piece of concrete in their nest hole and it had crushed and killed "Tracy." That idiotic, cruel-hearted construction worker killed the snake while he was supposed to be working! I cant believe we didn't stay home to monitor the guy! The other snakes have never come back to our house after Tracy was killed.

9/14/2008 1:06:22 PM

when i was in the seventh grade, we had to take care of an animal for a week, so our teacher bought some earthworms, and a few hermit crabs and put us in groups. we had to take care of the animal for a week, and then someone from the group would get to take it home. i got to take home a hermit crab, not knowing that hermit crabs shouldnt be caged and that they dont do well in cages. i treated it so poorly. i put sand in an empty fish tank and put a bowl of food and water in it. a few days later, i realized it wasnt moving and that it had died in the middle of the night. i was so sad because i hadnt wanted to hurt it. i'll always remember shelly.

9/14/2008 10:02:06 AM

To this day I cry for the loss of my dog, Katie Bug. She was coming into season and wondering off the property when we let her out. So we knew we had to get her fix, although we never planned on breeding her. When my husband dropped her off at the vet, he had a very bad feeling. But he never went back to get her. We knew we'd save her live by doing this, wondering the busy road was dangerous. We were suppose to pick her up in 2 days, but she tore her stitches out and he had to restitch her. When we brought her home she was in bad shape. We rushed her to an emergency animal clinic. When they tried to put her under to go in and flush the infection out, her little heart just couldnt take it. This vet was pretty old (late 70's)and he could take care of the animals he operated on. Due to the negelect of the vet letting her lay in her own stool, thats why she got an infection. We sued this vet for killing our girl Katie Bug. To this day my husband is eaten up with guilt. I wish we looked into this vet and maybe our girl would still be here. You can make sure that any animal I have won't suffer like she did. Please make sure that the vet you trust your animals life with is qualified. Biggest mistake I ever made was by not checking. Love animals, cause they love us without reason, but we have many to love them.

9/14/2008 5:21:02 AM

I've always loved animals and have opposed to putting goldfish and fighter fish in tiny bowls for as long as I can remember. When I was little, I bought a fighter fish and put her in my community tank. She loved everyone except the mollies, who she attacked mercilessly, so I put her in a very large bowl on my bedside table, vowing that once my fry grew up I'd put her in their tank, with a filter and heater. I looked after her well, and changed her water twice weekly, and she was clever - she's greet me in the morning with a few circles, but "glare" at anyone else! She was the perfect pet. She stayed in the bowl for about a month, and just a few weeks before she could go in the tank, I walked in and she was gone! I searched the floor - and she was shriveled up. She must have jumped out, knocking the protective net out of the way. I put her back in her bowl, as she was still alive. I think she'd broken her back - she couldn't move. I set up a little washcloth bed on top of her house and placed her on it, close to the surface. I even tried feeding her with an eyedropper, but she wouldn't eat. She died two days later. I spent all day building her a little coffin and I buried her in the yard. I'll never forget her and I'm sorry that I couldn't have saved her.

9/14/2008 1:00:36 AM

More of a regret, than a confession really. I used to ride a horse that belonged to a friend of mine. I bonded with this horse as if she were my own. One day, a mutual friend told me that my friend was unexpectedly "running away" from the farm she had managed for almost 20 years and that she was loading all the horses on a trailer headed for who-knows-where. I rushed there as quickly as I could, but too late. The trailers, and the horses, were already gone. "My" horse was gone. If only I'd made it to the barn a few minutes earlier, I would have been able to stop the horse from getting on the trailer, I would have bought her right then and there. It's been 7 years, but I haven't stopped thinking about the horse. The last I heard, she'd ended up at a "retirement" ranch not far from where we lived. I still wish that I'd been there sooner to take her home with me instead...

9/14/2008 12:34:43 AM

I had written my confessions; however, it went over the 1000 chariter alotment. It took me 3 nights to write it. I had to take breaks to cry, and breaks because this brought up so much guilt I was literally going through it all again. Though I wish it could have been posted, it was still a very good excerise.

9/14/2008 12:16:07 AM

When I was about 7 years old, two neiborhood girlfriends and I decided to look in birds nests. In my backyard we found a Robins nest, along with 4 newborns. We took the baby birds, pulled up some hay from behind the shed at my house and kept them in shoe boxes for 2 days. We would pull up worms from the ground and cut them in half to feed them. One time a worm actually squirted out blood everywhere when I tried to cut it. I remember waking up the next day, looking outside my window and seeing the mother bird flying in circles around her nest. She was chirping so loud I could hear her with the window closed. Two of the babys ended up dying, and then we decided to tell my friends parents. They took the other 2 to the vet (I think). I feel terrible for doing that to those birds, as well as the worms I killed to feed them. It is one of the most horrifying childhood stories I could think of.

9/13/2008 10:36:07 PM

I used to go fishing with my family a lot, and I remember several years ago when I was with them, my brothers and sisters caught a few fish. They pushed twine through their gills and tied the twine to a tree close to the water, the fish were in the water, but were not able to swim away due to the twine. I remember lifting them up out of the water. Taking them out of the water was suffocating, and also caused them to slide to the bottom of the twine, their weight piling on top of each other. To this day, I still feel horrible about what I did to those fish. And even worse now that I have been a vegetarian for over a year.

9/13/2008 10:22:36 PM

I have a cat named Jingles, when i was 4 i got her when she was 10 monthes old i would pull her around by her colar i dragged her, and threw my toys at her. She never hurt me! My mother let me get my way all the time, i did that to her for about a year then stopped. I then started admireing cats i thought they were sooo unique i started loveing her all the time in stead of being mean. I feel so bad about it.even though i was SO MEAN shes the sweetest cat you can imagine when she was 3 she kept on getting sweeter and sweeter so i named her Cuddels i know i dont deserve her, as mean as i was im 20 now and shes still here i love her more then anything!! And i regret what i did, i will NEVER do that again. Because not all cats give you a second chance.

9/13/2008 10:09:57 PM

I wish I had gotten better references for my vet. My cat Niko had been having symptoms of Irritable bowel disease and I was having difficutly finding a vet that could treat him. I mistanly thought that a vet that treated only cats would be a good solution. She did treat him for a few months and he really wasn't doing any better. He wasn't acting like himself and I really thought something was wrong, so I made an appointment. My husband dropped him off at the vet because I had a family emergency. She kept him overnight and did lab work. We picked him up the next day and she told me he was fine. He was really lethargic all weekend. On Monday afternoon I came home and found him struggling to breath. I rushed him to the emergency vet clinic because she wasn't in her office. They told me he had severe pneumonia and probably wouldn't make it through the night. The er vet told me that it had been getting worse for at least a week. At about four in the morning, we put my beloved Niko to sleep. It saved him a few hours of suffering. I miss him everyday.

9/13/2008 9:12:56 PM

I had a guinea pig for about two years that I never really took care of. He always just sat in his cage without any interaction because I was too busy with my dogs and cats and the rest of my life to spend time with him. He languished like that for the whole two years I had him. I only touched or held him about once a week. He eventually became old and died - and I am plagued everyday by the knowledge that what I did was cruel and inhumane. This was only a year ago. I am 22 years old. There is NO excuse for what I did - I knew better. I think I avoided him because of guilt - but if I hadn't avoided him, I wouldn't feel guilty. I know that he suffered needlessly, and I firmly believe that no animal should ever spend it's life in a cage because most people, even people like myself, will forget about it.

9/13/2008 7:12:43 PM

My ex boyfriend came home one night w/ a very sick looking female pit bull. He said that he had rescued her from a friend's house who wasnt feeding her and at first I thought that was so noble of him. Soon she started putting back on weight and he began training her little did I know of the inhumane training methods he used. If she chewed something up he would starve her for 3 days or more and when she urinated in the floor he would not allow her any water for days. When I saw what he was doing I started to feed her when she was being "punished" and give her water but that wasnt all. If she didnt listen to him he would grab her around the throat and choke her or pick her up like that and throw her across a room. I was too scared to say anything to him b/c I was afraid he would do the same to me. When he would be @ work for 8 hours a day I found out he was locking her in a crate so small she couldnt even stand w/ no food or water and put her and the crate in a shed out side w/ no heat (it was winter time). I finanlly left him b/c the abuse would also get directed towards me but I regret that I never did anything for that poor animal. I called animal control but I never heard anything about it. To this day sometimes I feel like it was my hand that laid down the beatings just because I didnt step in and saver her myself.

9/13/2008 5:06:17 PM

I had a white husky and we had to keep her on a leash beacuse she didn't get along well with other female dogs. And i hate to say that i didn't take her for walks enough because i was scared to meet anotehr dog and for there to be a fight. Well one day she got off. And then a couple days later I went to feed her and my other dog Princess but it was in the afternoon instead of the morning when i usually feeds them, and when i went to give her her food, she woudlnt coem out. Maggie come out nad eat girl I called but hse didtn come. So I went and looked in her dog house..she was dead. And the nogth before she was perfect!! She was barking and running :). Mom called the closest vet...which is a half hour dirve away, and explained to teh vetwhat Maggies body had been like, teh vet said that she has been poinsed, and was more them likely pregrant when she died because she was bloated. We never found out who did this,but now i make sure that i walk and play with my dogs as much as possible. That same time 3 other dogs got sick, 1 otehr died and i just happened to be Maggies brother. If I would of walked Maggie more she wouldnt of got off that nigth and I would still have her. Maggie I am so sorry:( I loved you girl. Now whenever my aging german shepard wont coem otu of her dog hosue as soon as i calls her i rushes otu of the house and crys into her fur....because i love ehr and would be lost without her.

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