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So far, two puppies of unknown breeding were mutilated, and one young adult German shepherd was stabbed to death. I say so far, because the humans that committed these horrendous acts of cruelty are not finished.
I understand the rage they feel. Rage so intense, and so repressed, that it found release the only way it could, by causing the innocent to suffer.
I understand the compulsion driving this savagery. I understand it, because I have lived it. When I was nine years old my father made me help him mutilate and kill eleven puppies. I had to choose which ones would live and which ones would die.
I did not comprehend what I was being told to do until the first puppy was shot to death in front of me. I say mutilate, because he missed the kill shot a few times and puppy parts were blown across the yard.
When we were finished there were two puppies left whimpering in the box. The mother dog, a German shepherd, was howling and barking. She was straining to free herself from the tree where she was tied up. I was crying too.
After that experience I began to take my anger out on the innocent. I strangled a cat to death with my bare hands, all because it was hungry. There was money for beer, and cigarettes, but our animals would often starve for a few days before there was money for pet food.
The persons who committed these horrendous acts of cruelty, whoever they are, need our compassion and our help. I know that does not make sense.
I know anger and violence, breeds more anger and violence. I was subjected to my parents rage and it was passed on to me like a virus.
The perpetrators of this violence on these innocent dogs does not live in a vacuum. Someone knows who you are. I pray that they turn you in.
I pray that you get help. Someday you will feel the pain of what you have done, if you don’t kill yourself first.
So far, two puppies of unknown breeding were mutilated, and one young adult German shepherd was stabbed to death. I say so far, because the humans that committed these horrendous acts of cruelty are not finished.
I understand the rage they feel. Rage so intense, and so repressed, that it found release the only way it could, by causing the innocent to suffer.
I understand the compulsion driving this savagery. I understand it, because I have lived it. When I was nine years old my father made me help him mutilate and kill eleven puppies. I had to choose which ones would live and which ones would die.
I did not comprehend what I was being told to do until the first puppy was shot to death in front of me. I say mutilate, because he missed the kill shot a few times and puppy parts were blown across the yard.
When we were finished there were two puppies left whimpering in the box. The mother dog, a German shepherd, was howling and barking. She was straining to free herself from the tree where she was tied up. I was crying too.
After that experience I began to take my anger out on the innocent. I strangled a cat to death with my bare hands, all because it was hungry. There was money for beer, and cigarettes, but our animals would often starve for a few days before there was money for pet food.
The persons who committed these horrendous acts of cruelty, whoever they are, need our compassion and our help. I know that does not make sense.
I know anger and violence, breeds more anger and violence. I was subjected to my parents rage and it was passed on to me like a virus.
The perpetrators of this violence on these innocent dogs does not live in a vacuum. Someone knows who you are. I pray that they turn you in.
I pray that you get help. Someday you will feel the pain of what you have done, if you don’t kill yourself first.