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Originally Posted by Wylie's Mom  This article is incredibly heartbreaking, however, it says in pictures what I've tried to say many times regarding PETA and euthanasia. PETA, during the course of investigations, often rescues the *very* worst of the worst - the indescribable, the animals you almost wish you'd never seen bc their state may haunt you for the rest of your life. That is why PETA's euthanasia rate is higher than many.
For those unfamiliar w/ the Asilomar Accords, I'd suggest checking them out before judging an organization's euthanasia rate - those guideposts for assessing an animal are what animal welfare organizations use - and like I said, PETA takes in the worst. It's tragic, but when an animal is so near death or so untreatable, choices have to be made and sometimes euthanasia is the kindest path for certain animals, as sad as that is.  |
I know what you mean. As I was 12 I got my first dog. He was a shelter dog a bassethound. He was two years. He was friendly and nice and the best friend for me and my sister. At the age of 19 I moved in my own very little rooms in another town. Basco as we called him stayed into my mothers house with a big garden and my mother had much more time for caring him and for going walking with him as I. I saw him every weekend. As I was 25 he had some illnesses and was every month treated by the vet. He was slowly and blind but had no pain. A year later he changed his personality and attacked my mother so she must stayed in hospital some days.
Basco was now 17 years old. It was very hard to decide what to do. Mother feared him now and sister was attacked by him too. And I had no chance to get him because I had only 1 room for living and was every day working about 12 hours. I took him to the vet and the diagnose was brain cancer. How sad. Our hope in the past was that he sleep at one evening and never wake up at the morning because he was 17 and this is a very very high age for a basset hound.
It was so hard but I spoke with my family and took him to the vet again for putting him to sleep. I think that was a heartbreaking but best decision for him. A friend of mine was angry and said I should him give to another owner or a shelter. But Basco was 17 and had brain cancer and other illnesses (urea, heart, blind) - he had never understand what is going on and why he lost his home. I couldn´t took him to another owner because he had attacked him again. And I couldn´t took him in a shelter - that were no life for him. He had a long life as a beloved pet and I´m sure that he had us forgiven.