Such a brilliant piece of writing . This exactly describes my experiences ..... I have recently been in a public shelter in Romania. The idea of it shocked me, because, ever since this madness of mass-killing the stray dogs has started, I couldn’t go inside the public shelter of Moreni, for fear I would lose my mind. But I wanted to go to that place to help have them all spayed or neutered. I knew it will be close to impossible for me to resist the temptation of hitting the dogcatchers in the head with something, possibly with that bloody metal tongs they use to catch dogs on the street. Still, I went there determined to get the job done. I also made up a very naïve plan of trying to show those poor dogs as much kindness as possible; I wanted them to know they are not alone, they are not useless and that there is someone out there who loves them. I gave it my best, but most of them were so crushed inside, that they didn’t react to anything. My words were hitting the empty carcass of what once used to be a loving, trusting, intelligent dog; all that was left was a bag of bones, a crushed spirit, an empty and terrified look, in which I couldn’t read anything. Some of them showed me their teeth; others withdrew back into a corner as soon as they felt the gentlest touch, some even tried to bite me…all of them wanted to be left alone, they wished everything was gone, us, them, the whole world. I loved seeing them sleep after they were given the anesthetics, at least for an hour or two the horror, the fear, the pain and the hunger would go away; for an hour or two, there could still be hope for them to wake up inside a home and that everything they had gone through would be just a bad dream. I watched them wake up, only few of them were still happy to hear a gentle voice talking to them, but for most of them, the horror restarted even before they were completely awake. Spending those two and a half days there made me realize, if necessary, that all that a dog gets once he is in the hands of the authorities is violence, humiliation, a filthy kennel and, if lucky, a handful of dry dog food thrown on the forever wet and dirty concrete. They don’t deserve anything more decent that this, because they are “despicable children eaters”. The only human interaction a dog ever gets once brought inside a public shelter is through catch poles, metal tongs or kicks. Not to wonder they reacted so poorly to my attempts of touching them; human touch equals pain to them. To have them brought to the spay/neuter area, they had to be dragged by their necks, just as if they were potatoes bags, then put inside small metal crates, which were dragged around with brutality on the concrete, making terrible noises. After that, because most of them were already terrified by everything that was done to them, the catch pole had to be used again, to hold them still while giving them the anesthetics. After the surgery, they were left into bigger metal crates, until they woke up, after which they were dragged, the same way, back to their kennels. I don’t know if I could ever make you understand just how much despair and terror their cries had in them and to how much pain and humiliation they are submit to every day. They are surrounded by indifference and nothing can break through its thick walls. First, I could see their desperation trying to escape that horrible catch pole; they struggled and stumbled all the way back to the kennel. But because no one could or would make it stop, they resigned themselves to their sorrow. I can only tell you it is the most hopeless cry I have ever heard in my entire life. A mix of high and low notes, which slowly fade away, making you feel everything they had to endure since taken to this terrible place. They scream just as any wounded animal would, but while screaming, they understand it is all in vain and their voice is never to be heard. All it’s left is for them to cry out their sorrow just as an orphan child would, trying to comfort himself; at the end of the day, that’s all he’s got. Most of them were walking skeletons, dirty, full of wounds and fleas. On their poor bodies, one could easily see the daily torture they have to endure, for no other reason than being born, without ever asking for it. The dogs’ distribution inside the kennels is completely idiotic, at least from a normal person’s point of view; actually, this is a strategy that the authorities use, just so they can spare some “lethal injections”. Putting a small dog together with other 3-4 big dogs makes it clear that small dog will hardly, if ever, get anything to eat. One can’t accuse our politicians of wasting the public’s money. I asked the dogcatchers, trying very hard to hide my disgust and anger towards them and towards everything this government stands for, why can’t there be one or two kennels populated with only small size dogs. The answer I got was “because we can’t”. As simple as that! I want to explain to you, as much as I can, what does a catch pole represent in a public shelter dog’s life (I think all beings could relate to that, actually). Seeing it approaching, lets them know another typical human manifestation of violence is next (looks like no public shelter in Romania is short on that, thank God!); they are then scared to death until the loop is around their necks…it sometimes takes long minutes before the dogcatchers succeed; then comes the choking. Even before they are strangled, the dogs start to scream, to bite the air, their eyes get bigger showing the terrible fear taking over, they start panting, their heart is about to explode. But this is hardly enough, it’s only the beginning. If the process of placing the pole around his neck takes too long and the dog manages to escape the dogcatcher’s dexterity, he gets mad, becomes even more determined, more brutal; sometimes, because the poor dog struggles so much to escape, the loop gets tight around his mouth, chest or abdomen or the dog gets his front legs twisted…but this doesn’t matter, the loop gets tight around them, that’s what it was made for, after all. After that comes the choking. The terror gets to the maximum, the dog continues to scream, he chokes, he suffocates, he struggles, his panting gets even worse, he wets himself. But the dogcatcher is never impressed with such things, this is just another regular day at work; the loop is not going to loosen up, not because any of these things ever get the dogcatchers to feel anything. Moving or handling a dog inside a public shelter gets done almost completely by using the catch pole. Once caught, the dog is dragged behind the dogcatcher, no matter the distance, no matter how hard or how they are caught in it, no matter how much they scream or try to escape from it, with the same indifference and eagerness as if they would drag a bag of cement. Because they know this is a difficult process (thinking about their own effort that needs to be invested in it, not about the pain and humiliation inflicted on the animal), the dogcatchers seem completely detached of what is happening behind them; they only focus on the main purpose. It is only another day at work. I left there completely heartbroken, disgusted, terrified. It is impossible for me to look around me and understand how can people live so peacefully, how can there still be beauty in this world, when inside the extermination camps of Romania there is so much pain and suffering. Can’t we all live without inflicting pain on others, especially on those who can’t defend for themselves? As a typical selfish human being, I wanted to get away, to run back to my home, to get myself surrounded by my family and two dogs and to forget everything I saw. I wanted to forget the horrible things I saw inside that public shelter (I am sure all of them are the same, if not worse), to forget that thousands of animals suffer horrendously every minute of their lives. They don’t understand why; I saw it in their eyes, besides the terror, always the same question “why?”. I can’t understand it myself, can you? Sadly, I have no solution to save these poor animals from the greedy fangs of “people lovers”. Too many of them have died already, too many of them are dead souls inside empty carcasses, drained out by hunger and disease. Only few of them can still be saved from this futile and barbaric suppressing. But I know we can put a stop to this sinister joke (yes, joke, made at the expense of those idiots who still believe that “humane euthanasia” will ever solve anything), at least in the future, one closer than we might think. Spay/neuter your animals, ask for help and organize spay/neuter campaigns in your town, talk to as many people as you can and convince them to sterilize their animals, go to your Mayor and Council members and try to convince them this is the only solution, donate or get funds towards spay and neuter, make flyers, write articles, tattoo it on your forehead. Mass sterilization of all stray and owned dogs is our only salvation. Evil has to be cut down from its roots, just as in every story of innocent blood sucking monsters. Even though our bodies are not the ones bleeding, our souls need saving from eternal damnation. At least let us still fear of that! P. S. If anyone is wondering why we were there to spay/neuter them in such bad conditions, I can tell you that dogs breed anywhere, no matter how skinny or ill they are. If we could prevent anymore lives getting the same horrible treatment as they parents, than that is what had to be done. At least those poor dogs dont get tourmented by hormons and giving birth. Spay/ neuter is never useless, never miss directed, as long as it prevents other animals from living a life of torture.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 20:52:26 +0000
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