'I Confess …'

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9/13/2008 12:04:49 AM

I feel guilty for getting one of my cats from petsmart. By that time I was 10 years old, and she was just so cute! Me and my sister begged our parents to get that cat for us and spend 75$ dollars on her. I did not know that Petsmart is careless about taking care of animals. I will never shop there agian!

9/13/2008 4:31:34 PM

When I was young, my parents bought a purebred cocker spaniel puppy from a pet store. They later found out he came from a puppy mill and that his parents were littermates. Even though we all loved him, my parents said later that if they had known where he came from, they never would have bought him.

9/13/2008 3:16:45 PM

I love animals. With a passion. They're are just as equal as us... But one night, when I was playing with my hamster, Kodiak Jhon. He had bit me. I screamed, being so young and flung the poor thing across the room, he smashed into my dresser, and slid down to the floor. I began to freak out. thinking of what a terrible thing just happened. I rushed to my poor hamster, and his body seemed lifeless. I could've cried, I was so upset. The hamster didn't move for nearly five minutes and a sudden twitch made me look up... Luckily he was still alive, I never told my parents but kept him in good safe care next to my sick mouse, Pokaroo. I never forgave myself for what happened, and almost five months ago, Kodiak had passed away, along with Pokaroo... I guess I got what was coming to me... Though I wish I never had done such a thing. I never have owned a hamster since then, but I still do keep Pokaroo's two sons, and his other litter of two daughters...

9/13/2008 2:36:43 PM

About 5 years ago I was begging my father for a cat. We had just moved into a house that allowed animals and I was so excited. I went to the local humane society and looked at several cats. On was especially playful and would reach his paw out to me when ever I came near his cage. A couple days later I adopted him and named him Pepper. The first day I had him it was great. He explored my room and he would lay next to me and follow me around. But then when night came he turned into a completely different cat. He wanted to go outside so badly but I couldnt let him out because we lived right off of a highway and I didnt trust that he would stay near the house. We was wild all night, meowing and hanging from the curtains. The next day he was still like that. I finally had to face the fact that I could not care for Pepper. I took him back to the humane society on the third day. I cried my eyes out when I watched him being put back in his little cage. I adopted an older cat from another shelter about 2 weeks later and she is my best friend. I can't helped but to think about Pepper and wonder if he ever got a secon chance.

9/13/2008 11:08:05 AM

hen i was about 4 i really hated my dog and cat and i continued to hate them untill i was around 7. When i was 9 i was just getting to love my dog and one day when i was at school my dad came and picked me up then he told me she (lusy the dog) had to be put down because she was very sick and her hips just gave out. She was 16 wich is a long time to live for a German Sheperd

9/13/2008 9:51:08 AM

We had a cat with a vomiting problem because of allergies to flea bites. The Sunday before I started 11th grade at about 6am he started throwing up blackish brown clumps of jelly. We did not know what to do so we decided that after church if he was not any better we would call the vet. Unfortunately when we returned from church he was doing worst than when we left him. I call the vet and begged for him to come over. By the time the vet drove from across town Baby had passed on. When the vet arrived he told us that if we had brought him in the instant he thrown up the jelly he might have been able to save him. The jelly was clotted blood and he had bled to death. I think because of Baby I am a better owner but the way he died(even though he was surrounded by family) could have and should have been prevented.

9/13/2008 1:44:31 AM

When I was 8 years old, my family adopted two daschunds as puppies. My parents split up and one went with my father, the other with me. I didn't care for Trixie as much as I should have, and didn't understand how weak he was at that age. One day while we were playing in the yard, I was tossing him in the air and catching him. Then I didn't catch him in time, and he hit the ground. He broke his leg and I felt terrible. My sister, much older and in her early twenties, confirmed this as he was unable to walk. I went to visit my dad soon after that and Trixie stayed with my sister. While I was away, my sister and her boyfriend had him put to sleep because of his injury. To this day I have never forgiven myself for hurting him, and now work fiercely to protect animal rights, and am a strict vegan bodybuilder. I am in my thirties and have two pets that I rescued and protect and care for with everything in my power. Thanks for this chance, it's given me a chance to confess what I've held in for almost 25 years.

9/13/2008 1:42:55 AM

We had a cat named Sammy. He was my parents cat when they first got married. He was a lovely outdoor cat and we ot him fixed and did what we gould to keep him healthy with flea and tick medicene and regular vaccinations at the vet. He was a tad bit feral tho not liking to be picked up but always came around for feeding and left overs. One day he had to have over a thousand dollars worth of dental work done and my mom paid for it she loved that cat. So we kept him the bathroom and fed him oft food till he recovered, my grandma hated this. My mom liked taking care of him until one day he squirted all over the bathroom, so she decided it was time for him to go back outside. So we put a nice bed for him on the doorstep. He would just lay there all day and get up to relieve or eat. ne day he went missing, we thought about it thinking he died naturally of old age being he was almost 20. Our neighbors cat looks just like him and I pointed out to our grandma that sammy was back even tho i knew it wasnt. she said that was impossible because she said she had my grandpa dump him somewhere because she got tired of looking at him on the porch!!!! I told my mom and she sent the cruel women packing. Sorry Sammy we miss you buddy, always a home for you here.

9/13/2008 8:21:53 AM

A few months ago, i moved to another appartement. One week later, i had new neighbors. They had a dog, a young 8 month old boxer. As the weeks went by, i would see that the dog would get more and more miserable. No wonder, he would spend his whole days chained outside and when it would rain, he would be put into a van to spend his days. At first, he was locked inside inside, until the landlord complained about the bad smell in the appartment everytime he would go get the rent. They then let this poor dog spend his whole days outside, chained. In only a few weeks, i saw this dog go from happy go lucky to miserable. And yet, i watched it all without doing nothing. I felt bad for the dog, but i figured somebody would act, anybody. It was not my dog, i would not be able to do nothing. And yet, after seeing the psychological abuse, i still did nothing. And when i finally decided to do something, they moved. I was never able to save that dog, i have no idea where that dog went. But the guilt got to me to a point i decided one day to go vegan and to do all that i could in animal and environmental activism to at least try to pay a least bit my debt towards that dog. Maybe i was meant to meet that dog for that purpose, to be inspired and pushed to a limit to act and not just talk. I will never fully know. But one thing is for sure, i think of that dog everyday and i hope and pray that somebody will do something and not let him suffer like he has for the past few months. I hope that this message will inspire people to act, and not just witness without doing anything. Do it for them, do it for you, but do it! SHould

9/12/2008 9:45:30 PM

Just about a year ago I saw a bird on the street dying. Sure, it's nature and everything has its time. But I thought to myself, why do we fight so hard to keep humans alive and not care for any other creatures who suffer? I let it die. I tried getting in contact with animal organizations but none of them had enough money to be open that late in my area. Also, I once got a fish from Biology class and flushed it down the toilet because I was too lazy to take care of it. I sinned both with the bird and the fish and strongly believe that thou shall not kill. I am wrong for what I did.

9/12/2008 9:10:32 PM

It's kind of ironic that I'm typing this today because it's actually been on my mind lately. Years ago, my parents and I had a dog named Blondie. She was a sweet dog. We adopted her from an elderly lady that just couldn't care for her anymore. My parents didn't own our home, we rented. Though they allowed us to keep the dog, we had to have her in pinned in. So....we did. And, that is where she stayed. We FAILED to give her walks, play with her, give her the attention she deserved. She stayed on the side of the house in her pin during the long summer and winter months. (A couple of years ago my dad recalled one winter it was soooo cold that Blondie had ice hanging from her nose.) When she would bark my dad would throw stuff at her out of his bedroom window to get her to stop. Years later, she broke through the fence and escaped. That was best thing that ever happened to her! To this day I feel awful for what we DIDN'T do for her. We FAILED her. My family and I are nothing what we were then. My dad and I are both vegetarians and rescue stray and abused animals. I hope Blondie found a loving home she derserved and hope she forgave us.

9/12/2008 9:10:15 PM

When I was eight, I got a guinea pig, named Teddy. He was a long-haired little guy, black and white. I love him. I took care of him, loved him... until I discovered going outside and playing. I only payed attention to him maybe once a week. His cage was never clean enough. Sometimes he went for a couple days without nourishment. He died at a natural age, but, I know I could've done better. I'm so sorry, Teddy. I'll never make that mistake again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I hope you're loved in the Summerland.

9/12/2008 1:43:49 PM

Even typing this hurts my heart, but here we go... When I was younger I LOVED budgies, unfortunately all three had unfortunate ending (flying out the window) but the last one in particular had a horrrendous death, at my own hands or should I say feet... You see, I never liked leaving them caged, so I always had the door open for Giblit so he could explore as he wished. He was very social and rather enjoyed sitting on the curtain rod and hanging out when my friends came over. He loved to be petted and fauned over. Anyways, one night I came home and had to seriously go to the bathroom! It was dark in my apartment to I just walk into the bathroom to turn the light on when I heard a piercing little shreik and to my devestation realized I had stepped on my bird! I tried to save him but there was nothing I could do. That night I had a eulogy for him and all my friends stood in a circle laughing when I buried him, but I was sobbing all night. I cried for days about it and even now I'm struggling to hold it together. I feel so bad for what I did and I haven't had a bird since.

9/12/2008 12:10:33 PM

About a year ago I was driving home and there was a cat laying in the middle of the road. I don't know what it was, but something told me that the cat was still alive. So I turned my car around, and when I got to the cat, I could still see it breathing. I panicked and had no idea what to do. I was afraid to touch the cat (it was obviously feral), and just stood there on the side of the road crying trying to figure out what to do. A lady pulled over to the side of the road, and said that she had hit the cat with her car. She picked the cat up and said that she would take her to the vet. I still feel guilty to this very day, because I don't know what happened to that cat. I'm sure it died of internal injuries, but for all I know that lady didn't take the cat to the vet. She may have just dumped the cat back off on the side of the road. I'm sorry that i didn't at least make sure that cat was humanely uthanized.

8/15/2008 7:40:13 PM

My Aunt had a 15 year old black lab. The labrador was sent to live at a barn when they moved into their new loft and they got a puppy instead. The Lab was still doing GREAT, just a bit slower. I am sure he missed the only family he had ever known. Going from an indoor dog to an outdoor dog. No one checked on the poor dog when the temperature rose one day to 100 degrees. He died of heat stroke. Who knows how much longer that dog could have lived. I will always miss him.

9/12/2008 5:39:01 PM

My cat, Sassy, died last year because of a multi-organ failure due to genetic disease. She was a skittish cat, running from the doorbell and hiding under our basement stairs. In her last month, we noticed urine outside the litter box (which we blamed on my brother's cat, who was known for spraying), and Sassy's reluctance to move when we'd shoo them in the basement at night. After we witnessed her have an accident on the kitchen floor, we examined her and realized she was skin and bones (she had long fur and was always thin), and that her back legs seemed difficult to use. We took her to the vet a few days later, which I fought with my mom about because it seemed cruel to wait, and had to put her down. After that, it hit us that our cats were aging, so I insisted we take Snippers to the vet, too. He was in great health, the only recommendation was a tooth cleaning because he always had terrible tartar. The vet didn't warn us about the increased risk of anesthesia complications as cats age, so thinking we would give him a longer life, we made the appt. The vet called later and told us Snip didn't "come out right" from the anesthesia, but some cats snap out of it. Hopeful, we visited him every day as he continued to urinate on himself, couldn't pass his stool, and tried to meow as we talked to him. Just when he seemed to be getting better, I got a voicemail from my dad saying the vet called and Snippers had been in a lot of pain they couldn't relieve, and suddenly he died. I was leaving school, and I just sobbed the whole walk home. We should have made sure we saw Sassy more often, instead of letting her tuck herself away. We should have gotten all the facts before we agreed to let Snip have the cleaning. Sassy died of natural causes, though we could have made it easier for her. Snippers...we killed him.

8/9/2008 7:39:11 PM

When I was a kid - I had a rabbit that was kept in a hutch on top of the hill behind our house. I don't know why she was so far from our house? My mother didn't even allow our dog in the house - she slept in the wash room or basement at night. Anyhow - I know I did not clean my rabbit's cage and give her fresh water like I should have - and most of all, I have great pain knowing she was not played with enough, loved, and was alone too much. My actions cause me so much regret and remorse - a lot of pain thinking about my rabbit's life. Sometimes I think I need to talk to a counselor or therapist or something to figure out how to handle my guilt! It's terrible. Now, I'm in my 40s and my 7-yr old daughter is wanting a rabbit. I can't even bare to look at them at the rescue websites because of my painful memories of how I treated my rabbit. If I let my girl have a rabbit (I don't know if I can), I will teach her the proper way to tend to her pet - give it love every day and keep it in the house with us like our wonderful pound pups. That's where they belong.

7/28/2008 1:41:26 AM

When I was a kid, my aunt gave me a rabbit, Milo. He lived to be double his breed's life expectancy (the life expectancy is about 4 or 5, and he was about 8 or 9). One day we filled his water bottle and attached it to his cage, and didn't think anything else of it. A few days later, my mother noticed that the water level in his bottle hadn't gone down a single bit. It was still completely full. When the bottle was turned over, a strange vacuum formed that wouldn't allow water to exit the bottle at all. Milo had been without water for two or three days. We fixed the bottle, and Milo drank a lot. He was barely eating, but we hoped he would have gotten better now that he had water. Eventually he stopped drinking so much. And then one day we came home, and he was stretched out in his cage in a very unnatural way, dead. His bedding was pushed around everywhere - he had spasmed. I feel so bad about that. We should have taken him to the vet's. We should have noticed that his water level wasn't going down sooner. But I've learned from it. I check my hamster's water bottle very regularly to make sure the same thing doesn't happen to him. But I'm so sorry, Milo.

6/27/2008 3:05:52 AM

My parents bought my sister and I a dog when I was three. He was a great companion, and went everywhere with us for a long time. As we got older, my family became busy with other things. He stayed outside every day, just locked inside his little fenced area. I know my dad would feed him and give him fresh water every day, but we would no longer take him on walks or play. He finally died at the age of nine, and I will never forget the day my parents told us. I still feel bad about not spending enough time with him. I hope he's more comfortable now. I'm sorry buddy!

6/29/2008 3:19:11 PM

When I was just a little girl, about 4 years old, my family decided to get a dog. We got her from a friend who had a farm and their dog had puppies. They were Australian Shepherd mixed with Border Collie. The dog we got was a girl and we named her Winnie, after Winnie the Pooh. (My sister and I were young!) She was a wonderful dog. A little brown puff ball. The best dog anyone could ever wish for. As she got older, so did I. I played with her less, but she came in at night time and went out during the day. We eventually got another dog for a friend for her. A German Shepherd named Sam. He is also a wonderful dog. He had many problems as a puppy and almost passed away, but he made it! Last year, right before Thanksgiving, Winnie started having some problems. For a few months, she had been peeing inside (which she never, EVER did) and she couldn't walk. Her stomach felt lumpy, too. One night when I went to let her and Sam in, she was just laying there. Sam didn't know what to do with himself. Winnie was dead. I could have sworn I heard her yelping to come inside just a few minutes before I let went to let them in, but I was too late. Still to this day whenever I think about her, I cry. I've never cried so hard then when I found her on that back deck. My father burried her in our back yard that night. I will always love that dog. Sometimes I'll dream about her and she always seems happy, and that's what keeps me knowing she's still with me. She was the best dog I could ever ask for. I'm sorry Winnie. I wish I would have spent more time with you before you passed. RIP

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