'I Confess …'

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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

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!

6/21/2008 8:14:49 AM

When I was 7, I went on a fishing trip with my dad's company. I hooked a catfish through the eye socket. He went blind and was bleeding. He was swinging back and forth and trapped. They told me to throw him back to be nice (which I did) but I didn't feel that could make up for what I had done. This experience taught me that the fish are just like us because they can feel pain too and led me to my becoming vegetarian (and now vegan).

6/11/2008 11:32:18 PM

Many of the confessions on these pages simply horrify me. I'm sad to see the things people have done - taking a pet means taking their lives in your hands, it's our responsibility to educate ourselves as much as possible.

6/7/2008 10:28:03 AM

I remember a dog that my stepdad used to have. His name was Harley, and he was a very old black Lab. I know that my stepdad loved his dog, but he had Harley stay outside and live in a doghouse. My stepdad feed him everyday and talked to him. My stepdad loved that dog. One day, my stepdad notice that Harley had a cut on his leg and took him to a vet, but it was too late. Gangreen had set in, and we had to put Harley to sleep. I remember my stepdad crying, because he lost a friend. If Harley would have been in our house instead of outside, we would have seen the cut sooner. My stepdad is not a cruel monster, and I bet he regrets what happened to Harley.

6/3/2008 1:59:28 PM

When I walk into our local Petsmart, I secretly wish I could steal all the baby Iguana's they have. There's about 6 to 8 of them at one time in the tank, and the tank is only about 55 gallons standing upright. Most have mites, and they're all lethargic. If I could I would buy them all, though it would be helping the animal trade business, it would be saving the lives of these magnificent creatures.

6/1/2008 1:54:10 AM

I was home from school for x mas and I was visiting with the family pets that I missed terribly while at school (four cats and one dog). One of the cats (Piper)never liked me much and prefered to sleep in the living room instead of my room with the other three. One night Piper started sleeping with me in my room and I noticed that her breath smelled like fingernail polish remover (aceatone). I learned in my O-chem class that this is a symtom of uncontrolled diabetes. Piper was slighly overweight for a cat. I told my parents. They told me they would check into it but didn't seem that concerned about it. I went back to school. Two weeks later they called and told me Piper was lethargic and peeing neon yellow. They took her to the vet right away. Her sugars were out of whack, her kidneys and liver were failing and it was too late. We had to put her down to save her from the miserable death that would have been inevitable. I feel horribly guilty that I KNEW something was wrong and I didn't press my parents to do something about it. I don't blame them at all. They didn't know. I was the only one that could have done something and I didn't. Piper was only 4 people years.

5/31/2008 11:38:25 PM

About a little over a year ago I was walking home with a friend and on the side of the road there was a small bird flapping helplessly on the ground. I went closer and the wing was bleeding and looked broken. I thought that it would be terrible to leave it to be eaten by a cat or raccoon, or having little kids pick it up or something. So I ran the rest of the way home, grabbed a towel, went back and carefully got him comfortable on the towel, and walked home. I put him in a open topped box and went to the computer to see what I could do. I knew he needed medical attention, so I called my mom, but she told me to wait until my dad got home t 6:00, but it was only 2:30. It died before my mom even got home. I still feel that if I had done something else it could have been helped and have gotten healthy again...

5/29/2008 9:19:43 PM

I had a dog about 2 yrs ago who lived up until he was about 15 yrs old in human yrs..the reason he died is b/c he was too old and had bad arthritus (bone joint problems) and i knew he was getting it yrs ago but i was little and my family never listened to me about taking him to the vet for help..so finally he passed..now whenever i look back on it i feel bad for not trying harder to save his life..im just glad he isn't suffering anymore...love & miss u boots!

5/29/2008 5:03:18 PM

On May 19, 2008, I had to put my beloved Abby to sleep. Abby was a 12+ year old Min Pin, who I adopted from an animal shelter 10 years ago. I loved her with all my heart. On May 1st like clockwork, I applied her flea and tick medicine for the month. By evening, she was becoming very lethargic. At first I thought it was just her as she was getting more and more fragile, but as the night drew on, and became the next day, she got worse and worse. I didn't think she would make it through the night. I stayed up with her all night long, and in the wee hours of the morning, it finally dawned on me, that maybe it was the flea and tick medicine. I immediately washed her, and ran to my computer to do some research. I was totally bowled over by the pages and pages of stories of people who experienced this and many other symptoms due to the use of various flea and tick products. The web pages said to wash the pet with Dawn dishwashing liquid, which I did 2 - 3 more times. The next day, I called my vet, and brought my dear Abby in to be seen 2 days later. We drew some bloodwork, and her liver enzymes were 755 (blood had been drawn on her in March, and those enzymes were 44). The normal level is in the 100's. Abby was in liver failure. We started her on medicine, to hopefullu correct her damaged liver, but she started refusing food, and became thin, she had diarrhea, and she was sleeping 18 - 20 hours per day. We brought her back to the vet on May 19th and redrew her blood, and her liver enzymes were now 960. I couldn't stand to see my little girl suffer anymore, and we decided to euthanize her, so the suffering would stop. I was suppose to love and protect her, and with my own hands I made her so sick that she had to be put to sleep! Why don't we know more about this adverse reaction?

5/29/2008 2:17:38 AM

We had 3 loving, adorable cats, but one, Blanche, started spraying on the furniture. I don't know why, we tried different things like "cat away" furniture spray, but nothing worked. Finally we decided to take her to a shelter. I was the one who organized it and did it. She was so scared when we dropped her off. I have no idea where she is now and if she is happy or safe. I hope she is in a better place. I love you Blanche, and I will be a more responsible and caring animal gaurdian from now on. I LOVE YOU BLANCHE!

5/28/2008 4:34:29 PM

My ex-husband had a white german shepard named Casper when I met him. He became my dog too. Especially since I was the one who fed him, walked him and took him to the vet. Every so often in his later years he would have a fit of vomiting and want to lay outside in the dirt or grass. He would be fine soon after and we though he had eaten something that did not agree with him. He had an extended period of vomiting and I took him to the vet. He was hospitalized for three days and re-hydrated and I followed all of the follow up instructions. For a month after that he was fine. Then one night he started vomiting again. I wanted to take him to the Vet Emergency. My ex-husband was absolutely adement that I not take him, that he was fine etc. I knew he wasn't but was afraid to stand up to my ex. I checked him several times and finally went to bed around 3 in the morning. My last thoughts were "I he dies, its my ex's fault" I was so angry and felt helpless. My first thought on waking was Casper. I told my ex to go check him. He was dead. We were both hysterical. I blame my ex for his death but I still feel guilty about not going against his will and taking Casper to the vet.

5/27/2008 7:41:02 PM

I feel guilty for getting my pet cat from petsmart.I did not know at the time how cruel they are to animals and I feel horrible I supported their sick cruel behavior. I will never buy anything there again now that I know.

5/26/2008 11:53:20 AM

I used to have a cat. His name was Peppy. He was older than me by almost five years. When I was young, I always used to play with him and he used to run around the house. Then, he got older and older. I still loved him but he could no longer play. I would still sit with him and stroke him. As I grew older, I had a lot more school work to do and less time to play with him or pet him. Still, whenever I got the chance, I would sit with him and pet him. One day, my mom said he wasn't looking too good and we should call a vet. He could no longer eat or walk so the vet said they should put him to sleep. That night, I cried myself to sleep. I sat next to him the next morning until I went to school. It was all I thought about. I LOVE U PEPPY! I wish I could have spent more time with you.

5/25/2008 9:14:05 PM

Two years back i was forced to dissect frogs and kill a butterfly as a part of my biology project. Even though i was advocating a cruelty-free life style, i begged my professor to give me an alternative, but she refused. Unfortunately i went ahead with the project, i felt really guilty and the project was no use for me or for the biology department.

5/25/2008 8:44:30 PM

I remember, when I was a little kid, I wanted a dog so bad. The second I could talk I had been asking for a precious puppy. I was only 4 or 5, so I didn't know about the terrible things they do to dogs at puppy mills. I didn't know that buying a dog from one would kill an animal at the pet shelter. I love that dog so much, I don't know how I could live without her, but I can never help feeling bad for not knowing how life would be with a saved companion. :-(

5/24/2008 11:34:18 PM

I bought my dog Pinkerbell from a pet store, at the time I was nieve 16 and didnt even know puppy mills existed, I am now 100% sure she came from one. I love her to bits but I can't shake the quilt that I paid $500 for her and that money would be going to support puppy mills.

5/24/2008 10:16:55 PM

I can't even tell everyone how bad I feel when I recall this particular event but I was self centered, self absorded, and not quite with it.Years ago when I was quite a bit younger I had taken my young nephew out to a horse riding ranch for his birthday, he couldn't have been older than about 10 years, but after we rode we noticed a very cute little kitten(no doubt a barn cat)and he encouraged me to take him home with me, the owners also encouraged me which signals to me now how careless I was. Well, I lived in an apartment, I was a flight attendant, so I wasn't home at least 2 nights a week. Well, I learned you can take the barn cat out of the country but you can't take the country out of the barn cat. He proceeded to urinate on chairs, telling me that he didn't like being stuck in a city apartment. I then proceeded to go on a vacation to Hawaii and asked my parents to care for him while I was gone. They took him in, which was above and beyond, but they contacted me a couple of days later in Hawaii to tell me that the kitty was going bonkers! Tearing around the house and kind of uncontrollable. So, the self centered, self serving ME told my parents to go ahead and take him to the humane society. NOT A KIND THING TO DO.I shouldn't have even taken him from the country and brought him to the city to say the least. But, the good news is I have redeemed myself since then,and have given my love, attention, and care to three beautiful cats since then and I continue give them my full attention, care, and love. It took me taking a good look at myself and knowing when I was able to actually care for another living creature the way they deserve to be cared for and now I couldn't love animals more. They are my babies and I even scored a whopping 25 points on the kitty quize in the latest PETA Animal Times magazine. Thanks PETA for all that you do.

5/24/2008 7:00:08 PM

a few weeks ago, i went to a festival. i was hanging out with a few friends at a park across from the festival. i saw a tiny dog that was just running astray. i wanted to help it , though i have a fear of dogs. but i didn't. and. i'm sorry.

5/23/2008 7:36:22 PM

Once i had a dog named Tootsie. She was a full, beautiful chocolate lab. We had gotton her for free from my Dads cousin. I loved that dog. I fed her every morning and night, played with her, and was always reluctant to have to go inside at night. I would kiss and hug her, just to get a few more minutes to play with her for the night. When our landlord said he was going to sell our house, we had to get rid of her. On 4 of July, we brought her to my step-sisters aunt. We cried when we had to leave her. She took good care of her for a while, but then she started fighting with the dog they already had. She was chained up to a tree and taunted by their kids. After a while, she was either overfed or underfed. She could hardly run sometimes or you could see her ribs. It was terrible to see her that way. When two years had passed, my Dad got tired of seeing her that way. He took her back and kept her in the garage for a week. My Dads friend had a friend who was looking for a sweet dog. We gave her to them and now i hear about her sometimes. She was renamed Lavander and gets to sleep on the couch. I love you Tootsie!(:

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