'I Confess …'

Many caring people can look back at a time when they should have done more for an animal. Perhaps at the time, they felt they were just "too busy" or simply "didn’t know any better." Perhaps you used to confine your dog to a crate or chain them outside without realizing this was not what was best for them. Maybe you spent money at a pet store by purchasing a purposely bred animal rather than adopting a homeless one from your local animal shelter.

While we can't change the past, we can learn from it. All of us have the potential to liberate ourselves from our pasts and start anew by confessing our wrongs and beginning to improve the lives of the animals who are in our lives today.

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2/5/2015 9:02:31 PM

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11/23/2012 2:05:31 AM

About a year ago, my father got me and my brothers 3 leopard geckos for Christmas. My youngest brother named his Pace, my other brother named his Wonder Pants, and I never named mine. I loved these geckos, but mine passed away a few months ago. One day, I took Pace out of his cage, but dropped him. Even though he was only a bout 8 inches in the air, I still feel horrible. He was fine, as Pace was very tough. We gave Pace away not soon after because he got Wonder Pants pregnant. I beat myself up every day because of that, I just feel terrible. We now have two more geckos, Cupid and Jethro. Wonder Pants is still very happy and healthy, and so are Cupid and Jethro. I love you Pace and No Name, I'm sorry. I love all my geckos.

8/13/2012 10:14:58 PM

What I would like to share isn't a confession but more of a rescue story. I had always lived with dogs as child and even though I loved cats and all sorts of rodents and rabbits I was never able to have any of them since I was allergic. Anyway, when I was seventeen my family took in this mini schnauzer mix from a friend. He was the skinniest, most timid thing you ever did see, we named him Toby. We learned a few days later that Toby had never been able to have a stable home because of his seperation anxiety and his aggression towards babies and toddlers. He was constantly shoved off from home to home never knowing what love is until we got him. From that moment on I vowed to keep Toby no matter what happened. We found out of Toby's dislike for small children when my little nephew came over. Well, it wasn't really a dislike it was just that he was an aggressive player. He bit my nephews hand and my dad confined him to his crate as punishment. Immediately, I felt bad for Toby and snuck him out of his crate and into my room where he immediately calmed down. Now we've had Toby for 3 years. Occasionally he does manage to escape but I always chase after him since he only comes to me. He loves to lay half way under my bed and when you pick him he becomes completely limp in your arms and starts groaning in happiness. I'm glad that Toby now knows what love really is. He's a furball of fun and mischievousness and I wouldn't have him any other way.

6/20/2012 7:29:21 PM

5/30/12 my male feline best friend for last 10 years got run over and killed in front of the house. It was the worst day of my life. He loved his night time freedom and i gave it to him. 9/9/11 He i moved to a diffrent house, with acers of woods in the back and very small front yard and a busy street. I hoped he would do his prowling out back. Anyway i sould have kept him in the house during the night. BANDIT-4/15/02-5/30/12 You were the greatest.

5/4/2012 12:52:08 AM

I had 3 dogs and my husband has 2....well we got a fine for so many animals so my husband pushed me to get rid of one the dogs....the lady that grooms my dog wanted Cedric but I sold him to another family since I wanted some money for him and I felt the dog groomer had too many dogs...well the family I sold him to lost him and I feel sooooo bad....I wish I would of NEVER sold him....I feel so worried since he was a timid dog....It breaks my heart to think he was unhappy at his new home...I just wanted him to have a more quality life and now he is lost....please forgive me Cedic and know I loved you very very very much!!!!!!

4/16/2012 6:11:06 PM

When I was 5 my family and I moved and my neighboor's dog had a pitbull had puppies with a labrador, and yes as you can imagine is a crazy conbinacion so my dog is a tinny labrador with funny face, called CHARMIN <3 He's so cute and I love him. Now I'm 16 and he is still with me, all days I thank that we moved and my parents gave me the opportunity to have a dog, my friend, my family. He's really funny and he does such rare things that you can't even imagine, sometimes I say "you're out of this world and I love you for being as you are" When I'm sad, he's with me and even knowing that he can't talk I know that he understand every moment that I've been through because he has been on most of them. My parents told me that when I was little and got sick, he stayed awake and watch me until I was ok; he used to bite my brother's shoes and mine haha' All my suburb know him because he pursues our car until he gets tired, runnin' and I'm not kidding when I say that he makes more exercise than all the family together hahaha :D Thanks for read and I wish the best for you and your dog, cat, fish, pig or whatever your pet is... S M I L E and P E A C E (:

2/27/2012 4:41:27 PM

Many years ago, when I was very young, I went to a party where a little tiny puppy was sitting on a chair all alone where loud music was playing and everyone was getting high. I could not find the owner so we left and took him home. I craddled him in my arms, consoled him with my presence, and kept a soft blanket around him. It was obvious to me something was seriously wrong as he had intermittent shaking like seizure activity, would not eat or drink, could barely hold himself up and even seemed to be blind. I called a vet the next morning and they said it sounded like he had final stages of Distemper. I could not afford to help him but should have taken him to the Vets to have him euthenized. Instead since I didn't know what to do, I took him to the county Animal Shelter wrapped in a blanket and asked if they could help him. A big tall man came in and took him from me, leaving the blanket, and walked off. I cried and felt helpless for that dear soul... I should have grabbed him from that guy and ran out. I'll never forget that little soul. I have learned through the years to stand up better for the animals and to challenge those in authority who are wrong or are hurting animals. I have respect for all living beings and hope that someday we all CARE and LOVE them as were supposed to.

2/27/2012 3:35:13 AM

Two and 1/2 years ago my dog Waldi disappeared. I took him from a shelter about two years before when he was already an adult dog. He always liked to challenge the fence and ran away, but I always catched him. I loved him and I didn't think that he may not come back again. I took him for granted. But he disappeared. Without a trace. Nobody who's ever seen him again. I didn't find his corpse, I didn't find his collar. I simply don't know what happened to him. I was searching for him every day, wrote to vets, to institutions, everyone I could think about. Nothing. No sign of him. The local shelter contacted me a few months later and asked if I was interested in taking another dog. I got there and met my dear new dog, also already an adult. It was the best thing I could have done. I thought: if I can't help Waldi anymore, I have to help him. And I promised to treat him better, not taking him for granted. He is my life. The reason I live. And Waldi is still deep in my heart and soul. I tattooed the words "until we meet again" on my chest where my heart is.

4/12/2012 1:27:31 PM

I have been an animal rights advocate all my life but it scares me to think that at one time I wanted to give it up and not care anymore. It is easy to feel overwhelmed when you make yourself a part of the animal rights movement because there seems to always be more disheartening challenges then successes. I was trying to help the cause when a personal loss made me doubt myself. My neighbors’ cat, Patches, went missing and I knew we would not be seeing him again. I called him my “outdoor cat” and I spent the summers on my deck with him lounging around and playing badminton (though he would never return the birdie). I was not expecting his disappearance from our yard and after searching for him for days I realized that I lost a great friend. Knowing full well of all the terrible things that could have happened to him; I felt lost. I wondered why I should bother to try and save the animals of the world, when I couldn’t protect a pet that lived on my property. It would be so easy to turn a blind eye from animal abuse and neglect and pretend it never happens. It would be nice to buy products and never check to make sure that they were not tested on animals and to go out and order a sandwich and not care that it contained meat. As I pondered in sadness, I saw Patches’ brother, Stripe, run across my deck playing in the snow and I thought maybe I could make the future for that one a little brighter. If I was too late for Patches, I can still be there for Stripe, whom I don’t think would want me to give up on animal rights. When you experience the joy of unconditional love from an animal, it makes you a better person and it becomes your duty to keep that love alive. It is a little piece of heaven that God has given to you. I will never see Patches again, but I will always have his love. It is this memory that will thankfully keep me strong in the fight to make laws more powerful for animals so that people will be deterred from hurting them again.

3/20/2012 12:49:21 PM

I've always had cats, and love them dearly. I adopted this kitten I named Athena, nick name Thingy. She was the love of my life. She was the sweetest cat in the world. She'd lay on my arm on her back and sleep, she met me at the door and would not leave me alone until I gave her some love. The resue I adopted her from told me when she was about 6 months that one of her litter mates had died of fe-luk. They really didn't know how he got it. They had tested the mother 4 times, all negetive. The kittens were born at the foster mother's home so it was not another cat. I had Thingy tested and she was positive. I found out that all 5 kittens from that litter were positive. Thingy lived another year. She started getting sick and I took her in. They gave her meds, but it did no good. She couldn't breath and would pant all the time. She looked in pain. I do feel that I could've done more for her. Took her to another vet. I feel I gave up too easy, but it was so hard to see her suffer. She was only a 1 1/2 years old when she died. That was over 5 years ago and I still miss her, and cry on the date I had to send her to rainbow bridge. I feel guilty still that I did not do more for her.

3/19/2012 1:39:49 PM

When I was 15 my aunt and I adopted a cat from the shelter. We named her Angel and she really was one. Over the years my aunt had fed her too much and she had gotten obese. Then 2 years ago when I moved to a new apartment with my boyfriend, my aunt said she did not want the cat anymore, so I took her in and she became my cat. She was my little buddy, she would keep me company and sit with me. I feel so bad that I did not spend much time with her, I worked and went to school and get home at 10pm every night, but my Angel was always so happy to see me no matter what. Then a few weeks ago she started suddenly walking strange and peeing everywhere. I took her to the vet and spent $800 to run tests and they could not find anything wrong. They gave me medicine to try but it did not help, and my house reeked of urine to the point that I could not stand it anymore. So I decided to take her to the shelter, I feel so sad I dont think I will ever be the same. All the way there she was so scared she cried and it was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I dont think that her quality of life was there, she struggled to walk and it was not fair for us either having to live in a house that was covered in urine. Now that it is done though I wish that I had not taken her, I know that they probably put her to sleep because of the problems she had. All these years she gave me her love and did not ask for much in return, and I made a rash decision to take her, I turned by back on her when she needed me the most. I dont think I will ever get over it...I am so sorry for what I did to u my Angel

3/15/2012 3:04:18 PM

I confess I like short-haired breeds, like pitbulls, because their fur does not get matted if not brushed, but, I will start to brush their hair regardless of the length. I think it will be healthier for them and it will prevent less shedding inside the house. I will also try to get their anal glands extracted more often than I do now and prevent and infections. I love my furry creatures to death and want them to live as long as possible!!!

3/10/2012 7:23:53 AM

I seriously regret not spending enough time with my rottweiler when he was younger. We inherited him when my stepdad died and he was untrained and very boisterous. It took until i got seriously ill for me to realise how much he meant to me. After time i convinced my mum to let him come inside and i can't imagine keeping a dog outside 24/7 EVER again. He is now absolutely showered with love, has a younger brother to play with (and be annoyed by occasionally, sorry boy!), sleeps inside on a big comfortable bed and gets as many cuddles as he can handle. He is a seriously special dog with the sweetest temperament, i'm so sorry i didn't spend much time with him all those years ago but i hope i'm doing a good job making up for it now.

3/3/2012 10:05:12 PM

Back in 1991 I had a beautiful White terrier named Snowy. I was 13 then. My mom bought the puppy but somehow she prefers to tag and follow me everywhere. I grow to love her to bits and she keeps me company all the time after school. I take her for daily walks and combs her long hair. Plucks out ticks from her coat. And then I grow up. I turned 18, go to college, have an active social life, go dating. My doggy seemed less exciting as compared to my new found friends. The walks grow lesser. Many times I feel lazy to play with her. One day during a check up, the vet told me she is starting to have cataract. I was given an eye drop to be use daily on her. I never did that according to schedule. Until one day she turned blind and keep bumping into things. She will wait for me to come home. Then due to her old she died in my arms at age 16. She had sores that would not heal and is limping. Thinking back I could have alleviated her sufferings had I be more diligent. I could have spent more time with her. Now putting myself in her shoes I can imagine her confusion of being in pain, not able to see and why I don't pay attention to her as much I as used to. And I feel that she does not want to leave me. The day she died I talked to her and told her to let go and that I'll be fine on my own. That she should let go of her sufferings. And a couple of hours later she took her final breath in my arms.

2/25/2012 9:00:20 AM

I "saved" a couple of white rats from a laboratory. not having any experience with thos litle creatures , sudenly i had 20. Being owar i separate mails from females and thazt was it. I did let them wolk at home and mone dog and cat dig ignore them. No, I never let them free without being vigilant. I noticed that the rats was getting old and they theath did grow a lot. My big mistake was that i did not realise that my litle friend neaded somethinh hard for theyr theaths. I learn then and know now that if you want to save a animal that you do not know, you must to read or ask a veterinary about how to keep then.

2/25/2012 1:13:13 AM

what I would like to share isn't a confession. I have helped and rescued many animals in my life and have learned many lessons from my experiences. what I want to share is my grief and heartbreak over the plight of the animals whose stories have bee shared. Without the neglectful or abusive people in their lives these situations never would have occurred. Maybe we all feel at times that we haven't done our best but at least we care enough to try and have hearts sensitive enough to cry over these precious creatures. I will continue to do my best. Just yesterday I helped a lost cat find it's home. I'm learning to focus on the successes that I have and to remember lessons. I just pray and anticipate the day when there is peace on earth and animals are cherished as they deserve. We have nothing to teach them and everything to learn from them. they are our greatest teachers of unconditional love. Please pray for them everyday!! and with that praying act!

2/24/2012 4:13:52 PM

The time that I 'should have done more', is an example where I really should have done less. My feline friend had brought in a featherless baby bird during the night, and when I awoke I prepared for the unpleasant task of removing it. When I bent down to pick it up it breathed, and I realised in dismay that it was hanging onto life by a thread. Seeing no obvious wounds I gently moved him to my hand and began the process of warming him up while waiting for the local bird rescue to open. For an hour I looked after the wee thing, and his breathing became more regular - I thought I was doing something wonderful. When we got to the rescue, they decided he was probably too small to survive, and when they turned him over they discovered a hidden puncture I had not seen, and decided to put him out of his pain - instead of rescuing this poor dear, I had taken him out of an unconscious and hypothermic state where he could not feel pain, and unknowingly warmed his body up to the point where he could. I cried all the way home.

2/24/2012 12:49:17 PM

As a child near my bus stop there was a beautiful Irish Setter who was the sweetest animal but, unfortunately she was kept outside on a chain. I did not know that it was cruel to keep an animal on a chain even though it was not overly short. I felt so bad for her. The only way I could help her was by showing her kindness by petting her and sneaking dog treats to her since I thought she was rather thin. Also I hit a cat by accident with my car I did stop to try and make sure it was alright but, by the time I could stop and check on the cat it got up and bolted and it was too fast to follow. I did call the ER vet hospital to see if a cat by that description had been admitted. I felt really bad. Another time I helped my ex go rabbit hunting. I really did not like the experience.

2/24/2012 11:16:36 AM

Thanksgiving before last I was on my way to my Mom's house late at night when I saw a black dog walking on the side of the road. As it was a rural country road, I was afraid the dog would get hit by a car and stopped to try to catch him. He kept running away from me, and after about 5 minutes, and because it was about 9:30 at night,I gave up, got back in my car, and continued on to my Mom's house. The next evening, when I was heading home, I saw the same dog, obviously struck by a car, dead on the side of the road. All I could think was if only I hadn't given up on catching him, he would still be alive. I still feel bad about it.

2/24/2012 9:06:48 AM

Monday of this week I spotted a small brown dog in our parklot at work. My first thought was to try to get the dog in my car. I was so afraid of how my husband would react to me bring another dog home. We already have 5 dogs. 3 are rescue. I did nothing that day but the next moring I brought food and had decided to rescue the dog anyway. I was too late the little dog had been run over by a car in front of our building. I can not stop thinking about if only I had tried to get the dog he would be alive today. And probably a wonder pet. My three rescue dogs are the greatest dogs.

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