It's been a tough few weeks at work, I won't even sugarcoat it. It's not the long hours, necessarily, or the long days, even. It's the godforsaken human element associated with my profession. I feel I'm seeing a major decline in the quality of people and it's scary.
Let's see... was it the sweet little beagle missing half her hair, with a bloated abdomen and so skinny that I could palpate her entire pelvis? Was it seeing that or was it having to talk to the idiot owner who only brought her to see me because animal control made him do it? And then he had the nerve to give me attitude? Or the fact that I told him she was sick and needed tests and he said he only brought money for the office call and refused any treatment?
Or was it the next neglect case, a 13 year old Pit Bull mama who just had her last litter of puppies last year (at 12 years old), was a walking skeleton with severe osteoarthritis, who could barely get around, but when I and animal control told him she wasn't sick and she was normal, the owner accused us of being racist?
Or was it the chihuahua who ate a box of rat bait poison - with a punk ass young owner who walked in the door with an attitude and telling us he had NO money and we'd better "fix his dog now"? Then had the nerve to tell us "we made it all about the money" when we asked him to even come up with part of the payment and we'd spot him the rest?
Or last but not least, the sweetheart doggy with a face so swollen we had to put him on oxygen because he could barely breathe past the swelling and then the owner (stupid, stupid owner) telling me he'd been like that for two days?
I've lost my faith in humanity. Human beings are NOT made in the image of some make believe god; we are parasites and we are nasty. We deserve things like Hanta virus, the Plague, AIDS. I don't even have tolerance anymore when people try to give me some lame ass excuse for giving their pets away - I don't care if you lost your house, couldn't handle motherhood or fatherhood (one that is too common and makes me the most angry - too many lameass parents out there that breed too much - it's how I got our most recent rescue at the hospital), lost your job or whatever. You took on a responsibility so deal with it.
Sometimes I justify euthanasia for one reason and one reason only: to get them the hell away from the human slime that owns them. And don't let people with money fool you; they're the worst and the first to dump their animals. They'll drive up in expensive cars and then tell me they can't afford a simple blood test. So I put their animals to sleep just so they won't suffer at the hands of these kinds of people. And these are the people breeding and shitting out kids every year like it's something special to get knocked up. I literally hate them and wouldn't spit on them if I found them laying on the side of the road.
And for the rest of you punks who neglect and abuse animals, who use them only for breeding to make you money or who don't think their souls mean anything to the myth of a god that you worship - go to hell and die in a fiery car crash. Or, better yet, come see me. I have some pink juice for you. It won't hurt a bit; after all, what's good for your neglected pet is certainly good for you.
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