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Feb. 9th, 2006 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeWhat the fuck is WRONG with people?
Seriously.
What possesses someone to take an animal, a BABY animal which can't even properly fight the fuck BACK, and set it on fire? And not only does this twisted fuck set the animal on fire, but then they take PHOTOS of it?
And post them on the internet.
How fucked up does someone have to be before they can commit such an act?
This isn't a case of slaughtering an animal for food purposes. Shit, this isn't even killing for sport. This is taking a defensive creature and purposely putting it in agony for no good goddamn reason.
I'm currently sitting here in an apartment with five cats, three rats and a ferret. Four of the cats I inherited when my mother died. One of the cats is seventeen years old, pees all over the carpet because the other cats beat him up and won't let him use the litter box, and he's beginning to not be able to walk well at all. Another cat is sixteen with a hyper-thyroid, is so skinny he looks like Tim Burton drew him, will be on expensive medication for the rest of his life, and (as of tonight) looks like he lost one of his bottom front canine teeth. Another cat is roughly twelve years old, has diabetes, and costs me a small fortune in insulin, needles, and the best cat food I can buy. One of the rats has two tumours, but is too old for surgical removal. The ferret, I'm highly allergic to him, but refuse to get rid of him.
I refuse to dump any of these animals on someone else. Why? They're my fucking RESPONSIBILITY. They are my charges and it is my duty to take care of them as best as I can. I give them shelter and good food and vet visits and love. God, do I give them love.
I can not COMPREHEND maliciously hurting another living creature. I don't fucking understand it.
A couple of years ago, when I was first learning how to drive, a rabbit ran out into the road when I was driving home. I swerved, but didn't miss him. And the resulting *thud* will never leave my memory. I sat on the side of the road that night and sobbed like a fucking child because I killed that rabbit by ACCIDENT.
Another night, I was on my way to the bookstore and I thought I saw a cat lying on the side of the road, near the curb. I drove up and down the road for a freaking hour looking for it, because not only did I think I saw a cat, but I thought I saw it MOVE. And if it was moving, then it was still alive. And if it was still alive, then it needed medical care. I had plans of driving it to the nearest vet office and explaining the situation. But, I never found the cat. For all I know, I imagined the whole thing and it was actually a brown paper bag blowing against the asphalt.
When I was very young, I was big on collecting caterpillars. I liked their fuzzy backs and their twiggy little feet. I'd pick them off bushes and keep them in multiple Maxwell House cans on our front porch with sticks to climb on and a piece of potato and leaves to eat. One day, I put a caterpillar into a whiffle ball and hit the ball into the air across the parking lot because I had some strange idea in my head of creating caterpillar air travel. I was probably about four or five years old. When I ran to pick up the ball, I saw that the caterpillar had been splattered across the inside. And I cried for days. It still upsets me when I think about it, that dark and sinking feeling in my stomach when I realized that I hurt something.
Maybe I'm just too soft? I want to save them all. I know, logically, that this is impossible, so therefore I settle on saving the ones I can. I have my little tribe that lives with me and I'd do just about anything within my power to keep them from harm. But, every time I hear about some sick asshole who thinks it's FUNNY to torture an animal to death, it puts me into a blind rage.
I think I need to build a wall around my heart.
Seriously.
What possesses someone to take an animal, a BABY animal which can't even properly fight the fuck BACK, and set it on fire? And not only does this twisted fuck set the animal on fire, but then they take PHOTOS of it?
And post them on the internet.
How fucked up does someone have to be before they can commit such an act?
This isn't a case of slaughtering an animal for food purposes. Shit, this isn't even killing for sport. This is taking a defensive creature and purposely putting it in agony for no good goddamn reason.
I'm currently sitting here in an apartment with five cats, three rats and a ferret. Four of the cats I inherited when my mother died. One of the cats is seventeen years old, pees all over the carpet because the other cats beat him up and won't let him use the litter box, and he's beginning to not be able to walk well at all. Another cat is sixteen with a hyper-thyroid, is so skinny he looks like Tim Burton drew him, will be on expensive medication for the rest of his life, and (as of tonight) looks like he lost one of his bottom front canine teeth. Another cat is roughly twelve years old, has diabetes, and costs me a small fortune in insulin, needles, and the best cat food I can buy. One of the rats has two tumours, but is too old for surgical removal. The ferret, I'm highly allergic to him, but refuse to get rid of him.
I refuse to dump any of these animals on someone else. Why? They're my fucking RESPONSIBILITY. They are my charges and it is my duty to take care of them as best as I can. I give them shelter and good food and vet visits and love. God, do I give them love.
I can not COMPREHEND maliciously hurting another living creature. I don't fucking understand it.
A couple of years ago, when I was first learning how to drive, a rabbit ran out into the road when I was driving home. I swerved, but didn't miss him. And the resulting *thud* will never leave my memory. I sat on the side of the road that night and sobbed like a fucking child because I killed that rabbit by ACCIDENT.
Another night, I was on my way to the bookstore and I thought I saw a cat lying on the side of the road, near the curb. I drove up and down the road for a freaking hour looking for it, because not only did I think I saw a cat, but I thought I saw it MOVE. And if it was moving, then it was still alive. And if it was still alive, then it needed medical care. I had plans of driving it to the nearest vet office and explaining the situation. But, I never found the cat. For all I know, I imagined the whole thing and it was actually a brown paper bag blowing against the asphalt.
When I was very young, I was big on collecting caterpillars. I liked their fuzzy backs and their twiggy little feet. I'd pick them off bushes and keep them in multiple Maxwell House cans on our front porch with sticks to climb on and a piece of potato and leaves to eat. One day, I put a caterpillar into a whiffle ball and hit the ball into the air across the parking lot because I had some strange idea in my head of creating caterpillar air travel. I was probably about four or five years old. When I ran to pick up the ball, I saw that the caterpillar had been splattered across the inside. And I cried for days. It still upsets me when I think about it, that dark and sinking feeling in my stomach when I realized that I hurt something.
Maybe I'm just too soft? I want to save them all. I know, logically, that this is impossible, so therefore I settle on saving the ones I can. I have my little tribe that lives with me and I'd do just about anything within my power to keep them from harm. But, every time I hear about some sick asshole who thinks it's FUNNY to torture an animal to death, it puts me into a blind rage.
I think I need to build a wall around my heart.
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Date: 2006-02-09 01:02 pm (UTC)Mark (my husband to be) got a cat when he was eight. Shortly after he got it, they discovered he was allergic. Rather than dump it off somewhere, or at a shelter, Mark *insisted* on taking allergy medicine until he was finished with college, because Spike is his responsibility.
I'm so glad someone besides us understands that they're not toys. They're like children, dependent on us for nearly everything. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-02-09 04:12 pm (UTC)I contacted the ASPCA on the issue and they informed me that they have been researching the location of the photographs for a bit of time - yet they have put the troll's info on file.
So while this kid is an immense jackass, he is not the originator. So all I can hope for at this point is the orignator get caught, and trolls like this lose internet access, or at best get a scorching case of anal porcupines.