Friday, September 16, 2011
This post is a bit somber...but truth often times is. I would like to introduce you to a part of my job...a part of my life...that I hate.
Euthanasia, from the Greek meaning "good death", is defined as the act of putting to death painlessly or allowing to die, as by withholding extreme medical measures, an animal suffering from an incurable, especially a painful, disease or condition. Often times in my line of work, this is the case. I have no problem putting animals out of their misery. If this was the only form of euthanasia I had to perform, I would be ecstatic.
However, more often the second definition prevails...a painless death. Today, these dogs had their lives stolen from them simply because there was no one to take them home :(
May God forgive me and may God rest there souls <3
Euthanizing these wonderful creatures is hard...and it NEVER gets easier...EVER! I dream of a day that I can come to work and not have to worry about whether or not the shelter will be full. Whereas we do push really hard here and we do have a really good adoption rate, it is not good enough. I am forced to perform this cruelessly cruel act too often for my own heart.
But how can we convince the world to spay and neuter and stop breeding when there are so many people out there purchasing puppies for ridiculous amounts of money? How can we convince hunters to stop releasing their hounds into the streets when they are past their prime of hunting years? Today and every day like today...I am frustrated...and sad...and heartbroken.
If there is anyone out there who can provide a loving home for a new four-footed family member, please let me know. I am confident that I can find someone here deserving of your love and savior.