My good friend Jeni took her to a vet that she was familiar with... he said that her leg was just dead tissue so she's not in pain. He snipped it off for less than it would have cost to have her euthanized and said the tissue would grow over the place where her leg used to be. We just need to watch her appetite / energy levels. So she's getting a second chance. I have to say from the look of things the other night I really didn't think that would be the case, but I am relieved. Aside from a noticeable hobble when she walks (there's completely no leg there at all), you'd never know anything was up with her. So yay!
She'll be here until I'm certain that she's fully recovered, but after that sweet little prickly pear has to find a new home. I will try to post some pictures soon.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Putting it all out there.
TRIGGER WARNING: Animal Abuse, Animal Neglect
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I've got mud all over me... on my pants, my jacket, in the creases of my fingernails. I'm tired. We've been working in the yard all day, all weekend. All of last weekend, too. My better fence is finally up so that means my little doggie won't be getting out again anytime soon - which is awesome. I think I'm about the only person in the entirety of fucking Anniston who gives a shit about their animals. Oh, I feel a rant coming. This is not what this blog was going to be, but I have a feeling everything I say will lead back to it so why not just let it out. Maybe I'll feel better if I don't hold it in.
Last year I put a fence up. It wasn't the best fence ever, but it was keeping MY dogs in MY yard so that was good enough for me. Well the neighbors to the side of me have a weenie dog named Fred and he began chewing his way in which in turn let my smallest dog out. Believe me when I say that that will not work for me - I've been late to work, I've been out in strange neighborhoods half-dressed in the fucking cold / dark / rain chasing my dog down. I've had to ask directions back to my own house because I've chased him so far. I've walked in the middle of the road so that cars will slow down in case he runs out into the street (that may seem like overkill, but fuck it's a small residential road - people shouldn't be driving so fast anyway). The point is I do these things because I love my dogs and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do everything in my power to protect them. The moment I took each of them in that was my promise to do whatever I had to to keep them safe, healthy, and happy.
Anyway, I talked to the neighbors several times about keeping Fred in their yard and they said they would, but they didn't. I patched that hole I don't even know how many times. I finally called and filed a police report, because it was getting ridiculous and they finally started chaining their dog when he was out almost all of the time. But we all know almost doesn't count, right?
Hey, you want to hear a story about a cat now? Fred's owners have a lot of cats at their house. One night like at 2 am I went to take out the trash and I saw this black and white kitten come up to me. I reached down to pet her and she started purring. I turned to walk away and she tried to follow me and I realized that she couldn't walk. She was dragging herself with her front legs. Apparently, she'd been hit and no one was going to take her to the vet. Her bottom was swollen and raw from dragging on the ground. I freaked out and took her into my house. "Pet me, love me, don't treat me like I'm worthless." That's all she fucking wanted. She was the absolute sweetest kitten. She would drag her nasty, swollen, leaking bottom up into your lap and roll up and purr like she was in heaven already. Do you know how much it fucking killed me to have to have her put down? And you know what else? Her owners didn't even ask where she was.
Despite living REALLY close to the road it didn't seem to bother Fred's family that they let him run loose and that he could be smashed into dead pretty easily. Same with the neighbors across the street. Their little dog, Molly, met her doom last night. I knew it was coming and I shooed her out of the road every single time I saw here there. After weeks and weeks of hearing tires screeching and horns honking I knew she wouldn't be so lucky forever. My heart broke a little for Molly, but I was more angry at her people for letting it happen. It was completely preventable. She was an indoor dog, but no one bothered to chase her down when she would get out.
Animal rights, animals laws, why didn't I do something? Because all of that shit is imaginary in Alabama. Believe me I've tried to get something done. Oh yeah - there are leash laws which is why I was able to file a report on Fred's family, but mostly it was because he was damaging my property. As for the cat the officer told me that there are no leash laws for cats and that it wasn't cruelty for not getting her medical attention or having her put down because (and I quote) "It's not like they're out there kicking her in the head or something... they just don't have the money." And animal control? Yeah, you call them and they'll tell you that animals are property and they have no jurisdiction over animals that are "owned." "It would be like stealing their car." And yes that is EXACTLY what animal control said when I called.
Hey, but what about exotics? Guess what I have in my house RIGHT NOW. A hedgehog who has chewed her arm into complete mush. Her foot got cut on some glass is what I hear... and the owner didn't have the money to take her to the vet. I understand that - to an extent. But it costs like less than $50 to have such a small animal put down and while that may be a tough call to make it sure as hell beats letting them suffer. So I have her now and it's up to me to figure out what's to become of her. She has rotten, dead flesh hanging from her shoulder. It is MUSH - there is not even bone left. I was trying to clean her and I thought it was poop on her, but then it would NOT come off and upon closer inspection I realized that that is what's left of her goddamn cute tiny paw. (Have you ever seen hedgie feet? They are srsly the cutest). I just picked her up tonight and what I need to know is how you let something get THAT out of hand.
Not that I have the money to be doing all of this, but she's going to the vet in the morning. If there's no help for her at an affordable price then she has to be put down. I'm a single fucking parent with a mortgage and creatures of my own to care for and people come at me with all these sad stories knowing that I will fucking take on their responsibilities because I can't stand the thought of an animal being mistreated or neglected, or suffering. I know I can't save the whole world, but damn it I can help that one. That's my attitude and it gets me into heart wrenching situations EVERY FUCKING TIME. I'm starting to think I'll never learn.
On the off-shot that there is help for her there's a cute, sweet, albino, 3-legged hedgie up for adoption. My house is absolutely packed so she can't stay here for long. If you might be up for taking her or chipping in on her medical bill write me and let me know. I'm going to bed, but I'll check back here in the morning.
P. S. Guess I'll save my happy blog for another day. 😕
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I've got mud all over me... on my pants, my jacket, in the creases of my fingernails. I'm tired. We've been working in the yard all day, all weekend. All of last weekend, too. My better fence is finally up so that means my little doggie won't be getting out again anytime soon - which is awesome. I think I'm about the only person in the entirety of fucking Anniston who gives a shit about their animals. Oh, I feel a rant coming. This is not what this blog was going to be, but I have a feeling everything I say will lead back to it so why not just let it out. Maybe I'll feel better if I don't hold it in.
Last year I put a fence up. It wasn't the best fence ever, but it was keeping MY dogs in MY yard so that was good enough for me. Well the neighbors to the side of me have a weenie dog named Fred and he began chewing his way in which in turn let my smallest dog out. Believe me when I say that that will not work for me - I've been late to work, I've been out in strange neighborhoods half-dressed in the fucking cold / dark / rain chasing my dog down. I've had to ask directions back to my own house because I've chased him so far. I've walked in the middle of the road so that cars will slow down in case he runs out into the street (that may seem like overkill, but fuck it's a small residential road - people shouldn't be driving so fast anyway). The point is I do these things because I love my dogs and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do everything in my power to protect them. The moment I took each of them in that was my promise to do whatever I had to to keep them safe, healthy, and happy.
Anyway, I talked to the neighbors several times about keeping Fred in their yard and they said they would, but they didn't. I patched that hole I don't even know how many times. I finally called and filed a police report, because it was getting ridiculous and they finally started chaining their dog when he was out almost all of the time. But we all know almost doesn't count, right?
Hey, you want to hear a story about a cat now? Fred's owners have a lot of cats at their house. One night like at 2 am I went to take out the trash and I saw this black and white kitten come up to me. I reached down to pet her and she started purring. I turned to walk away and she tried to follow me and I realized that she couldn't walk. She was dragging herself with her front legs. Apparently, she'd been hit and no one was going to take her to the vet. Her bottom was swollen and raw from dragging on the ground. I freaked out and took her into my house. "Pet me, love me, don't treat me like I'm worthless." That's all she fucking wanted. She was the absolute sweetest kitten. She would drag her nasty, swollen, leaking bottom up into your lap and roll up and purr like she was in heaven already. Do you know how much it fucking killed me to have to have her put down? And you know what else? Her owners didn't even ask where she was.
Despite living REALLY close to the road it didn't seem to bother Fred's family that they let him run loose and that he could be smashed into dead pretty easily. Same with the neighbors across the street. Their little dog, Molly, met her doom last night. I knew it was coming and I shooed her out of the road every single time I saw here there. After weeks and weeks of hearing tires screeching and horns honking I knew she wouldn't be so lucky forever. My heart broke a little for Molly, but I was more angry at her people for letting it happen. It was completely preventable. She was an indoor dog, but no one bothered to chase her down when she would get out.
Animal rights, animals laws, why didn't I do something? Because all of that shit is imaginary in Alabama. Believe me I've tried to get something done. Oh yeah - there are leash laws which is why I was able to file a report on Fred's family, but mostly it was because he was damaging my property. As for the cat the officer told me that there are no leash laws for cats and that it wasn't cruelty for not getting her medical attention or having her put down because (and I quote) "It's not like they're out there kicking her in the head or something... they just don't have the money." And animal control? Yeah, you call them and they'll tell you that animals are property and they have no jurisdiction over animals that are "owned." "It would be like stealing their car." And yes that is EXACTLY what animal control said when I called.
Hey, but what about exotics? Guess what I have in my house RIGHT NOW. A hedgehog who has chewed her arm into complete mush. Her foot got cut on some glass is what I hear... and the owner didn't have the money to take her to the vet. I understand that - to an extent. But it costs like less than $50 to have such a small animal put down and while that may be a tough call to make it sure as hell beats letting them suffer. So I have her now and it's up to me to figure out what's to become of her. She has rotten, dead flesh hanging from her shoulder. It is MUSH - there is not even bone left. I was trying to clean her and I thought it was poop on her, but then it would NOT come off and upon closer inspection I realized that that is what's left of her goddamn cute tiny paw. (Have you ever seen hedgie feet? They are srsly the cutest). I just picked her up tonight and what I need to know is how you let something get THAT out of hand.
Not that I have the money to be doing all of this, but she's going to the vet in the morning. If there's no help for her at an affordable price then she has to be put down. I'm a single fucking parent with a mortgage and creatures of my own to care for and people come at me with all these sad stories knowing that I will fucking take on their responsibilities because I can't stand the thought of an animal being mistreated or neglected, or suffering. I know I can't save the whole world, but damn it I can help that one. That's my attitude and it gets me into heart wrenching situations EVERY FUCKING TIME. I'm starting to think I'll never learn.
On the off-shot that there is help for her there's a cute, sweet, albino, 3-legged hedgie up for adoption. My house is absolutely packed so she can't stay here for long. If you might be up for taking her or chipping in on her medical bill write me and let me know. I'm going to bed, but I'll check back here in the morning.
P. S. Guess I'll save my happy blog for another day. 😕
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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