Last night I had a dog brought in by a council ranger. It was 9pm and 7 degrees celcius. The ranger had received a call about a stray dog, and went to collect it and bring it in here. When he got to the address, it turned out to be the actual owners of the dog, who just didn't want it anymore. I went to the back of his van, to start the booking in process.
The dog is a tri-colour fox terrier. A little male, at least 15 years old. He has milky blue, blind eyes. He appears to be deaf. He has a terrible skin condition - without a vet check, it appears to be long standing, untreated mange. His ears are thick, red and hot. Full of a dark disgusting mass. His little legs are so full of arthritic pain he can barely walk, and he is very hunched, as if he has considerable abdominal discomfort. He was shaking so bad - a combination of fear and bone chilling cold.
They couldn't look after him while they had him. They couldn't do the right thing at the end and take him to be euthanised while they were there to comfort him. They couldn't even wait until morning, when it was a bit warmer, and bring him here themselves. They sent him, old, sick, afraid and cold - with a stranger to a strange place. A place of terrifying smells, and if he can hear, terrifying sounds. These will be his last memories.
I will love him while he is here. I will hold him and try to comfort him when he finally knows the mercy of euthanasia.
But you - you make me wish I had the power to place a curse.
You are SCUM!