'I Confess …'

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3/27/2009 9:23:20 AM

About 8 years ago, I decided that I wanted a cat even though my apartment building didn't allow them. I got a kitten for free out of a newspaper ad, and had him for two months. Eventually my landlord saw him one day, and informed me I had 3 days to either get rid of him or move out. I didn't know what to do, all the no-kill shelters in my area had long waiting lists and advised me that a little kitten would fare well in a Humane Society. So that's where I took my little guy. I should have been more mature and realized that I needed to live in a situation that allowed animals before getting one. Having a pet is a commitment for life, and I didn't stand by my commitment. I hope that my stupidity and immaturity didn't cause the death of a wonderful little cat.

3/21/2009 12:34:55 AM

A few years ago, when my mom was pregnant with my sister, my dad found a stray pit bull. He brought him home, and we named him Buddy. Buddy was my best friend... and I swear to God, he was human. He smiled, and he listened. We had to put Buddy down about a year ago because he had cancer. Buddy, wherever you are right now, I think about you every day... I love you and miss you. Rest in Peace baby.

3/9/2009 12:21:51 PM

About 14 years ago I was going through a divorce and decided that I couldn't keep our cat (which I brought to the marriage). I figured that my ex and my two stepdaughters would be loving companions, so I said that they could have him. A couple of months later he said that he had to give the cat to a woman who absolutely loved Persians and that he was at a good home. At the time I thought that was OK. I can't tell you how I have been haunted by guilt by not taking my cat with me. I have cried and asked for his forgiveness (if somehow he can hear me -- I know it's a stretch but my girlfriend swears her dead dog visited her) -- I am stilled wracked by guilt. I am now an animal lover that knows no bounds. PETA is even in my Will! I give money to animal charities (as well as PETA of course), but I feel what I did was reprehensible and I am trying to forgive myself but it's so hard. I love him and miss him and hope he was happy (if my ex was telling the truth). I can only now try to make this up to other animals in honor of him.

2/27/2009 3:25:42 PM

After nine months, I still miss you terribly. I cry each and everyday for you. I cry in the shower so no one can hear me. A part of my heart is broken forever and I truly hope I will get to see you again one day. I hope you are having fun Jack playing in dog heaven, you were the most wonderful dog and best friend I've ever had. Here is my secret: I love being around animals more than humans...

2/8/2009 10:45:40 AM

ONE DAY I WAS WITH MY GUINEA PIG OUTSIDE AND HE WAS N MY LAP,HE WAS BEING BOTHERED BY MY PUPPY AND HE RAN AWAY ESCAPING OUT OF MY ARMS TO GET AWAY FROM MY DOG AND HE GOT OUT OF THE FENCE AND UNDER A SHED ALSO,THE PEOPLE THAT TRIEDTO HELP ME GET HIM BACK SAID THAT A CATHAD RAN UNDER AFTER MY GUINEA THEY ALSO SAID THEY RECOVERED BLOOD FROM UNDER THE HOUSE.A COUPLE OF DAYS AFTER STILL LOOKING FOR HIM WE PUT HIS FOOD UNDER THERE BUT NO SIGN OF MY BELOVED GUINEA.I AM SORRY SHYLER FOR LETTING THAT DOG SCARE YOU I LOVED YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IM THE WORLD!SNIFFLE,SNIFFLE

2/3/2009 12:46:29 PM

Growing up we always had dogs or cats, we never took them to the vet or kept them for more than a year or two. I was too little to notice or care. I don't really know what happened to any of them, they were just there and then they weren't. Now that I'm older and on my own, my cat and dog are very well taken care of. They go to the vet frequently and eat the best food the pet stores sell. We love them and play with them every day. I'm sorry to all my childhood pets.

1/4/2009 8:50:58 AM

As a kid I adopted a guinea pig from a family friend who no longer wanted her. I feel horrible for how she lived in my care--all alone, in her cage 90% of the time. I've since learned that guinea pigs are serious pack animals--she must have been so lonely and miserable. It makes me sick to think about it. I've seen these elaborate setups people have posted online of these amazing guinea pig habitats they made. A fun and comfortable setup with one or two other guinea pigs would probably have set her up happily for life; it's not like you need to take them on a 3 mile walk everyday or worry about barking and separation anxiety. They just want some friends.

10/11/2008 2:47:59 PM

I remember, one cold winter night, me and my mom went to a store to pick up a few things. The parking lot was kinda empty, and a few people were still going in. As we left the store, a group of these roudy, messy kids had this beautiful, sleek, brown Pit Bull. It looked strange for such a beautiful animal to be with such loud, dirty, poor looking people. They tied it up to a post outside of the building with a PEICE OF WIRE. Yes, a short little peice of thin wire that was attached to it's coller. NOT a leash. The dog looked scared and upset. Deep down I felt something wasn't right. I remember petting it, and looking into it's eyes. I easilly could've taken it off the pole and away from those kids, who I deeply believed the dog did NOT belong to. Instead I had to leave it there, shaking from fright, ears down, eyes wide and sad and droopy. The next day I read in the newspaper, in the classifides, that a dog EXACTLY matching it's description had gone missing... I still wonder what happened to that dog and I cry whenever I think about it. Wherever it is, I hope its ok.

10/3/2008 7:01:12 PM

I have a dog, his name is obi. He's under the care of my loving mom, who is already taking care of our other dogs. I left home to work in another city and would go home from time to time. I wish that couldve I spent more time with my dogs and I could've saved enough money to get at least one of them. I will not shop for clothes anymore until I've given my share. I will learn to earn my keep, to keep my dogs. We also have 2 guard dogs, and I both love them very much. Pogi and apple. Its just that ever since we had the toy dogs around, they weren't taken care of much anymore :( I am going to do what it takes for me to be a better human being to be able to take care of my responsibilities. I will give them the love and care that they deserve - for unselfishly guarding the house, giving comfort and companionship and joy to our family. Even if they smell, I will hug them and play with them. If it takes that I *finally* grow up, own up and face up to whatever challenge there is, I will. For my dogs, for my family. God, I thank you for everything good in my life. I feel so ashamed. I hope i can be good to them too.

12/31/2008 3:10:20 PM

We put my 14 year old dog down yesterday. She was crippled from arthritis in her back and could barely walk. She also had lost bowel control a year ago and it had reached the point of daily accidents with pee and poo. I wanted to put her down 6 months ago, she seemed so unhappy but my husband was holding on. We would go out and come home to find her covered in feces because she would have an accident and than try to stand up and couldn't so she would smear it all over the tile, carpet and herself. I feel horribly guilty for not treating her better in the last few months. The least thing I did bad is I did not sit with her more often so she was alone on her bed a lot. The worst is that I yelled at her a few times for the huge messes and even started crying that I wished she would just die. I know how horrible that sounds and I am so sorry I did it. I was so frustrated and tired of coming home or waking up in the middle of the night to see her smeared in feces and struggling to get up and I was so mad at my husband for not letting her be euthinized. He and I had some very big fights over it. My mom and the 3 vets finally convinced him it was time. I loved my dog so much. She was with me for 14 years. I am so sorry she had to suffer and that I wasn't nicer to her toward the end. Her last two days, I sat with her a lot and on her last day with us she was laying on her side and I layed down with her and she licked my face as if to comfort ME. How can anyone think animals do not have souls. I would like to think that that sweet dog was telling me it was ok and that she still loved me. I am so sad right now. If anyone is in the situation I was in, please, be nice to your pet in the short time they have left and please don't let them linger and suffer the way my poor girl did. I love you girl, hope there is lots of tennis balls in doggy heaven and you are burying them in the flower bed again.

12/15/2008 1:50:13 AM

About two years ago, my mom had bought me a rabbit for my birthday. I had always wanted a rabbit and then i finally had one. I named him Snickers and I took good care of him when i brought him home. Eventually i became more busy with things and that eventually led to being more lazy. I didn't spend enough time with Snickers. A year went by and i still felt like i needed to spend time with him but i was never motivated enough. And..eventually..the day came where i forgot to feed him and i didn't even realize..i had forgotten all about him. Then about a week later i go out to his cage because i figured i should play with him and he's not there. My sister told me he died from starvation. I cried and cried and the guilt was just too overwhelming. I still feel overly guilty about that and i still miss Snickers. I'm really sorry bud. You have no idea...

12/15/2008 1:34:58 AM

When I was about 7 or 8, I had gotten a new beagle puppy. I was so happy because he was my first puppy and he was my responsibility and not anyone elses. I did take good care of him for the couple months I had him. One day I decided I'd try to teach him to jump over things and other agility stuff. He was doing good and so I gave him a bunch of treats. I left him outside with my other dogs and he knew to stay in the yard. I came back about 10 minutes later and i see him sitting there bored, so I take him to go train some more. He didn't do good so I yelled at him. Then I went back inside and later when I came back out, he wasn't there anymore. He had run away and never came back. Nobody else had seen him either. I really regret yelling at him for no apparent reason because he was really trying too. I just wish I didn't end on a bad note with him.

11/28/2008 1:01:33 AM

One day , my dad and I were driving home and it was the middle of winter and freezing outside . We were one the highway with tons of people around us on the slippery road . When we got to an open field , i looked on the side of the road and saw two GORGEOUS German Shepard's looking as if they were going to cross the highway . There was no one in the fields and no one had stopped to pick the dogs up . So i told my dad to pull over and pick up the dogs , and he told me no ( hes not a very big animal rights guy unfortunately ) . I begged and pleaded to turn around and go get the poor dogs . He just kept telling me no . Luckily , my house was only , 3 minutes away from where we saw the dogs , so right when i got home , i told my mom what happened and ( she is a HUGE animal rights person , just like me !! ) she told me to get back in the car cause we are going to go and get those dogs . So , my mom was speeding down the highway , and when we got to the spot where the dogs were , there was only one dog , alive . The other one had been hit by a car on its attempt to cross the busy highway . Bawling , my mom and i picked up the dogs and took them home . We named him Edward and his friend Jacob . We posted signs and everything , but no one came for Eddy . ( We gave Jake to the vets ) . So , my mom said we couldn ' t have a dog because we travel too much . So she was forced to take him to the SPCA . To this day , i feel terrible . I wished i convinced my dad to pick up Edward and Jacob . . . it breaks my heart

11/20/2008 7:57:19 AM

When I was in grade 5, my father brought home a pet rabbit. I knew that something wasn't right because it was never allowed in the house and my parents aren't really animal people. So we kept poor Bandit in it's cage in the shed all of the time. It hurts to think about it because Bandit was actually taken away from his home because he was never let out of his cage, and here was the same thing happening at our house. For a year in a half he was left in the dark shed. The only time we saw him was to clean his cage everyday. Finally we decided to let him go in the wild where he belonged. I couldn't take him to a shelter because the same thing might have happened again. I couldn't go with my Dad to let him go in the forest, but my Dad said Bandit was so happy to finally stretch his legs and run free. Bandit, wherever to are, we love you and we wanted what was best for you.

11/18/2008 12:26:52 AM

Hearing about people hurting cats is the only thing that makes me murderously angry. I want to torture and kill people that do that. These cats did not deserve that. I am angry I am not doing more to help them. I would get a job as a veterinarian or an attorney who specializes in helping animals, but I am afraid seeing so many animals all the time that are hurt would do some very bad things to me. I know I can only do so much, but that doesn't stop me from feeling guilty I can't help them all.

11/12/2008 4:00:32 PM

I have a gerbil from Petsmart when I got him i had no idea what they were doing

10/6/2008 8:45:17 AM

I am not confessing for myself but rather for my mother. Last night she smacked our family dog. What happened was that we where having desery around the TV and my grandmother came over for a visit. when my mom went to open the front door our dog cookie, a weaton terrier grabed a piece of her carat cake. which sent my mother into a blind rage and she smacked cookie very hard on her rearend. I begain to scream at my mother and told her how wrong it is to hit animals. However it did not sink in. She counteracted my words with " she ( the dog Cookie) needs to be taught a lesson." I told her you can teacher her a lesson just by telling her. My grandmother, my dads mom I specify because my moms mom is almost as big an animal rights activist as I am, agreed with my mother. My dog had what I would call a doggie panick attack. She was shaking and breathing heavily. Which dosn't come as a surprise to me because she eats more than the average person's share of meat. She also beleives that a mink has no use but for a fur coat. These statments make me cry and want to just smack her. Even though I have explaned to her how a fur coat is made she just dosn't care. I think I am actualy confessing for my whole family. I made the suggestion of a vegan thanksgiving, however I was shot down. My dads dad agrees with his wife on the animal issue. I have managed to get my dad on board with the animal rights movment. He did not understand why red paint is thrown on models that where fur coats. He stated that the damage is already so its okay to buy a fur coat. I explanied to him that by buying a fur coat you cause to store to have to produce another one whice will cause more animals to needlessly die. I am 13 years old and one of my career intrests is to own a luxury clothing line. I pledge to use only faux fur and fake leather and hope to be indorsed by PETA. I don't eat meat and do not shop at stores that sell fur and leather. Thank you all so much for listening and caring for your pets.

10/1/2008 5:46:24 AM

When I was in my 20's, I had a dog I raised from a puppy. When she was about 5, I started working full time and had a lot less time to take care of her. She was an medium-large size dog and we lived in an apartment. My boyfriend refused to help take care of her in any way and wanted me to get rid of her since he wanted to move into a living situation where we couldn't have a dog. I ended up taking her to the pound and just tying her up outside--I didn't have the courage to face the people inside. Later, I found out what happens to tamer dogs in pounds that don't get adopted. It's been 30 years later and I still have nightmares about it. I wake up and cry for hours, thinking of what might have happened to her. I loved that dog, she was like my child and during a time of frustration and anger and feeling overwhelmed with demands, I just gave up and pushed her away. I wish, more than anything, that I'd been able to do anything else. I am so ashamed of what I've done that I've never been able to tell anyone. I live in fear that my children might find out one day--I would never be able to face them. We have pets now, but I've never been able to keep a dog again because of the memory of what I've done, and I'm always very vigilant with my kids and myself about not taking on more commitments than you can handle and making sure everyone in the household agrees to any new addition and the subsequent demands before a new pet comes into the house.

9/23/2008 11:09:32 PM

I used to have a pet mouse named Pubaj. We used to be the bestest friends ever. We used to do everything together, he was even my barbies dog. When he passed away from old age, I was devastaed. I think I cried for a whole week. I was literally heartbroken. My mother bought me another mouse, an eqyptian spiny mouse to be exact, in hopes to mend my broken heart. I loved him a lot aswell, but I knew he wasn't Pubaj. I didn't play with him as often, and didn't show as much affection as I had was my first pet mouse. I still feel really bad for this.

9/23/2008 1:39:22 PM

When I was younger I had hamsters and guinea pigs and geese without thinking about their lives, but I feel really bad about what I did when Iwas older. I got a dog from an animal shelter. He did (and still does) live a good life. He is part of our "pack" and knows it. Because he seemed so happy I got another dog when I was younger, but ended up having to find a home for him because I didnt have the time to take good care of him and the guy in my life kept attacking him (supposedly he got a good home on an expansive ranch where he never had to wear a leash,but the fact remains) I swore never to do the same thing again,but when I got married and thought my life was stable I got another dog from a local animal shelter (and rescued a pregnant cat riddled with worms from a nearby warehouse and ended up keeping two of the kittens who I couldnt find homes for). Things seemed great, the animals seemed to feel really united, the cat and dog even hunted together in the back yard (they cooperatively hunted and ate a couple mice which had invaded the kitchen)and they would all pile into the car together to go for a ride or to go swimming at a local water area. Then I ended up going through a bad divorce and I had to find homes for all the dogs but my old one because I had nowhere to take them. I wasn't able to go back to the house (there was some danger involved in the kind of bad breakup) and I have no idea what happened to the cats. I feel guilty that I took animals into my home without having the future stability to care for them correctly, giving them the feeling like now everything was going to be ok and then abandoning them to who knows what. I've made a commitment to try and avoid the kinds of things I've done in the past (from the guinea pigs to the cats, I didn't really think about their feelings until it was too late.)making sure to think about different animals feelings and future before I interact with them.

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