Farewell Cookie and Bless Gaara Father...

“I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs... [They] are an obligation put on us, a responsibility we have no right to neglect, nor to violate by cruelty.” ~James Harriot


What a great way to describe animals. They ARE helpless and like children. We made them that way; totally dependent on us for everything. Therefore it is our responsibility to take care of them and make sure that they are happy and healthy.


Remember those two puppies I posted about a few weeks ago? Well, Vulpecula and me named the black fluffy one Cookie and the other one Gaara. I went to my Granny and Papa's this weekend to hang out. When I went to call both the dogs to me only Gaara came. Cookie didn't show up at all over the weekend so today I finally got the nerve up to ask the little boy who was playing with Gaara to ask him where Cookie was.


"He died from worms."

Was the response I received. I asked him if Gaara had worms as well and he told me that he didn't know. Now I know I shouldn't assume things but from the sound of it they aren't taking their pets to the vet. They already had one dog taken away from them because they used to beat and neglect him so it's really hard for me to not just assume.

I'm concerned about Gaara now. I worry that he'll die next because usually, no, normally if one puppy has worms so does the other.

People can really irritate me sometimes. Would they let their children wander around infested with worms? No. Of course not. But bring an animal into the picture and some people just don't care. They see them as an item to play with and not take care of. You should NEVER get a pet if you can't properly care for him/her.


Baka ningens! UGGH!

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.

Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He's been here for days now with nothing to do,

but sit by the road waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day.

He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays.

How long will he suffer? How many days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched dry.

He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes.

I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

-Kathy Flood

Love,

~Fruit Bat~

P.S. Think what you want on the issue but if one can't even show love and compassion for an animal then how can they for a human?