Words from an Animal Executioner (zz) - 对给自己的猫猫狗狗做绝育还有疑虑的,请进来看看这个吧

下面的文字很让人心碎,看完它需要勇气。我转过来就是想告诉所有的爸爸妈妈们,给自己的宝贝绝育,不是我们凭空想象的那样剥夺了他们的快乐或者什么的,发情的动物得不到满足是非常痛苦的,他们交配只是为了繁殖需要,交配的快感是极少数物种独有的,人们在试图仁慈的时候,其实是对他们的残忍。绝育不光对他们的身体有好处,而且还可以避免很多悲剧的发生。如果我们真的爱自己的宠物,爱千千万万和他们一样值得被爱的猫和狗,就给他们绝育吧。控制数量,才能保证他们得到最好的生活。如果希望自己的猫猫有后代,那当然是没问题的。但是,在你让自己的母猫怀孕或者自己的公猫让别的母猫怀孕的时候,请你100%的确定你自己可以照顾那一窝所有的孩子。如果你不能保证能够忍受家里有5只以上猫猫狗狗的生活,不能保证你有能力照顾每只猫,或者给每只猫都找到一个好的归宿,那么就不要让他们生了!终结一个生命是很残忍的,但不负责任的缔造一个生命更残忍。英国每个城市都有很多救助站,那里有很多需要帮助的动物,有刚刚出生的也有其它各个年龄段的。而且现在不光有一般的土猫土狗,甚至还有很多纯种的猫猫狗狗遭到遗弃。如果你想养一只猫或者狗,就优先考虑他们吧。

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“Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living. I’m an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I’m in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.

There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I’m the person you all write about how horrible I am.



I’m the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I’m the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I’m also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.



First off, all you people out there that judge me, don’t. God is judging me, and I know I’m going to --heck–. Yes, I’m going to --heck–. I wont lie, it’s despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I’m not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn’t be here for me to gas. I’m the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man.



The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.



Friday’s are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody’s around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I’m not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I’m told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.



So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages.



I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.



They swallow the food so fast, that I don’t believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don’t even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellys. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs… They devour the food, then it’s time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.



I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name.



They will not die without a name.



I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch.



I talk to them, and tell them that I’m so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.

Some tilt their heads to try to understand.



I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.



I tell them that I know I’m going to --heck–, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.



After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don’t even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.



As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.



We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box.



The shelter doesn’t keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.

As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I’m playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.



We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.

Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.



My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.



We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.

They don’t want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.



I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.



It’s about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.



I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work… I don’t eat, I can’t eat. It’s now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.



I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death… They can smell the fear. They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I’m told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.



I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did.



In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.



They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!



So, don’t call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.



As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I’m starting to hallucinate.



This is my life. Don’t judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough.”
[ 编辑 wakana 在 09-09-22 23:47 ]

唉。。

这个问题一直都争论得很厉害的呢

绝育也会引发一些疾病,这个东西利弊全看家长自己感觉了~

不要制造unwanted pets就好了

即使不绝育也可以做到的, 对主人的要求就更高了



绝育不绝育对健康的影响是有争议的

hhmm于2009-09-23写道:



不要制造unwanted pets就好了

即使不绝育也可以做到的, 对主人的要求就更高了



绝育不绝育对健康的影响是有争议的



恩那,主要就是这个
不绝育想要一窝宝宝没问题,但是要了这一窝就要保证养着,我觉得其实这很多人做不到吧,就算是送人,其实也很没保障
而且,很多人觉得自己家的猫猫是indoor,所以不需要绝育
但是其一动物发情的时候真的是挺痛苦的,他有生理需要无法满足;其二万一自己的猫猫有一天不小心走丢了,就算将来找回来了,这段走丢的时间内也很有可能已经搞出了猫命;其三现在很多留学生养猫真的没长性,搬家了回国了甚至是不高兴了都会送人或者甚至直接丢掉。这样的话不绝育真的是有太大的隐患。

好帖子顶上去。