| lmmills | 04-06-2008 07:21 AM | New member! First I want to thank everyone who has posted and who love and care for dogs and animals so much. What would the world be like without loving souls like you.
I suffer from depression and chronic pain after being hit by a garbage truck back in '95. Prior to that I had a full and productive life and after having 4 surgeries in 4 years, (2 of them being cervical) needless to say, my life has never been the same.
I had the most wonderful golden retriever that anyone could ever have, of course I was pregidous because he was mine, but it came a time when I had to make a decision to give my wonderful Tanner to my ex-roommate who had gotten married and could take him for walks and bath him and wrestle with him and take him to the dog park etc. I couldn't do that anymore for him. It was the worse decision I ever had to make. Tanner was my boy, and it has taken me about 1 1/2 yrs. of pinning and grieving his loss to begin to realize that I can welcome a new dog into my life. I am getting a yorkie-poo and have been awaiting her arrival for several months now. She is so loved and spoiled already and I have gotten married and my husband is excited to have Zoey be part of our family as well.
I am telling you this story to say that one never knows what will happen in there life. I am not condoning what these neglectful people did to these precious dogs, puppies and birds, but I do know that they couldn't have been in their right mind. People start things for one reason and then it turns into something else. This situation didn't happen over night and they might have had a good handle on things and if walls could talk we may have found out that through the years that these people became very mentally ill. I don't know! I can only say that one day I was one way and a garbage truck hit me and then on my birthday 9/25/95 I had to begin adjusting to being another person.
I am grateful that there are shelters and loving homes for abused and stray dogs. I am grateful for life today because if I had not moved a few inches further in my car I would have lost my life. I am 59 and feel like 70 at times. Age has no bearing on a mental disorder.
I am so grateful that I don't have to be the judge in this case, someone else will do that. I just pray that there will be a positive outcome for all involved. |