It happened again.
One dog story led to another and I’ve found myself in a dark hole of worry/sadness this morning about things I can’t control. I’ll snap out of it after a good walk with Harlow, I’m lucky my sad moods don’t stay around long. I know what triggers them and I know how to get out of them. But every once in awhile I allow myself to sit in them for a bit (like right now.)
Today’s abuse story that got me hit closer to home than expected.
I saw a few articles this morning about the brutal killing in North Carolina of a pit bull named Huey (one report said he was a therapy dog.) *about to share what happened, skip over to the next paragraph if you need* He was tied to a tree, shot five times, and it was recorded. For starters I obviously don’t understand abuse, it seems so simple to me- you just don’t do it. But then to record it? Why are we seeing so much of this shit these days? It’s so disgusting to me I can’t wrap my head around it.
I assumed the couple was on meth. I just don’t understand how anyone in their right mind would think, “hey lets shoot our dog and make sure to record it all so we can have it as a keepsake forever.” Laughing and giggling can be heard throughout.
(I read that anyway, I would never ever watch such a thing.)
I stayed away from the article and gathered everything you read above from the headline and from the few comments I saw. Unfortunately my mind was feeling extra grim today, so after a few hours of dwelling on this and feeling sick, I clicked on it to know more.
And that’s when I realized I knew one of the people responsible for this heinous crime. He’s a guy from my small town in Nebraska. He’s the younger brother of a girl I went to high school with. I played at their house several times growing up. I had sleepovers with her.
I know this guy. Or I knew him when he was a kid.
When I put the pieces together it got even harder for me to comprehend. Why would he do this? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
When it comes to animal abusers I get quite vindictive. I want the kind of justice that never seems to happen. A person who treats a helpless animal like this is a monster and should get a taste of their own medicine.
And so I started to write a really nasty Facebook status. And yes, I know that’s just as ridiculous as it sounds. But, I was angry and wanted to feel better by yelling into social. I AM SO MAD AND WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW!!! But then I imagined his sister reading it, or his parents, and how chances are they’re already feeling bad about this and what good would my negativity bring them?
Nothing. I’d just be adding to the hate cycle.
So after I talked myself down from being an angry troll on Facebook, I remembered there’s only one thing that brings me resolve when I’m feeling like this, and that’s donating to a shelter in the name of the specific animal who’s been hurt by senseless humans. Today that happens to be the shelter in Norfolk, Nebraska found here.
If you see abuse or neglect happening, please do something. It’s as simple as googling “reporting animal neglect (then fill in your city, state)” and you’ll find the info you need. I do it all the time. You can ask to remain anonymous. But if you’re too scared to turn in a neighbor or family member, email me. Give me the info and I will turn them in. My email is email@example.com.
Now I’m going to take Harlow on an extra long walk and try my hardest to focus on the light rather than the darkness.