'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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2/23/2012 10:22:05 PM

When I was in highschool a boyfriend's cat had kittens and his mom didnot want to keep the kittens so, with my boyfirend's brother, I took the kittens and dropped them off at a house out in the country, but got down the road and turned around and went back and picked them up. I knew we were doing something wrong even though his family said people do it all the time. The kittens ended up on a farm as barn cats. I have never forgot that terrible attempt at dropping them off and today help with TNR and cat rescue.

2/23/2012 10:19:20 PM

When I was about 12 years of age, I stayed overnight with my friend who's dad had a bb gun he allowed her to shoot. We went out shooting at many birds, taking turns. I shot a bird that was perched on a wire & was surprised & terrified as the bird attempted to fly & in failed attempts circled around & fell to the ground still trying to fly, at that point my friend took the gun & pointed the barrel into the birds chest and fired it to "finish it off" we then discarded the carcass & went home. The experience was traumatic for me & I've not ever used a living creature for target practice since then. I am truly regretful for devaluing the life of the bird & learning too little too late!

2/23/2012 10:15:28 PM

When I lived in California, Dad would bring a new dog each week from his work. These dogs wereliving near his work and they had an owner but he didnt mind people taking them home once in a while. Well we would always have doggies in our back yard and my brother and I would take care of them and love them! during 2001, my father bought a black Labrador outside of our local WalMart. He was my first real dog. I LOVED HIM. The first thing he did when we brought his home was poop in the kitchen we didnt care he was adorable and I loved him. Time went by and I loved my dog. Well one day Dad told us that we were going to move to Tennessee I figured I would take my dog with us but one day when I got home from school to feed him..he wasn't there. Dad didnt want him to suffer on the five day drive. He took him to an old friend if his and it killed me to leave him I never even got to say good bye. When I moved to Tennessee this couple had a puppy and the couple split up and left the dog alone. We took the puppy in and it was such a great feeling. In California I never heard of worms and such things. Well time went by and the puppy would go every where with us I never wanted to leave her behind and one day she wasn't looking to well... I found out what worms were and she looked sick and couldn't walk. My mom told me we should put her to sleep to get her out of her misery. I didnt want to let her go. I was off to school one day and cried that whole day I didnt want to leave her. After school I asked dad where by puppy was and he said that she's not with us. He had to. So she wouldn't suffer. I miss her and I never want to lose a dog again ever. Since then I became a better animal lover. Then a year went by and a couple days before my birthday. On June 19 we brought brownie home. She's a mut justlike my first dog and wr bought her at WalMart. I love her to death and she is my everything.I feel bad that all things have happened to all them.

2/23/2012 10:07:06 PM

I had a male feline that wasn't fixed & fought with a male cat in the area because neither of them were neutered. I took him to the hospital once & they said not to let him out for a while, I let him out shortly after he was wounded and he quickly sustained another injury from fighting, I couldn't afford to take him in again and he died of infection as a direct result of my neglecting to care for him. I loved Garfield very much and did not mean for him to die, I learned the hard way that what I really couldn't afford was to let him suffer & die.

2/23/2012 9:49:18 PM

I rescued an animal from being neglected & abandoned. I gained the animals trust and grew to love her. I lived in an apt. where she had to be hidden because she wasn't on the lease... She went through a time of urinating on furniture & I was frustrated and scared because the smell could get me busted. I didn't know at that time that when animals pee in strange obvious places, that can be their way of letting you know something is wrong (bladder infection, UTI etc.) I also didn't know that most animals brought into a shelter are killed and I surrendered her to a shelter. Jasmine was a very loving sweet animal & if I knew then what I know now, I would've, could've, should've...

2/23/2012 8:18:28 PM

Just a few years ago when I was a Secondary school student, I got a call from my younger sister telling me that she had found a broken cage of 5 abandoned hamsters under my apartment block. She told me that she feared that two of them were dead because they were still without any sign of life. As I was on my way home from my Arabic lesson, I was not there in the heat of the action. I told my sister and my brother to bring the hamsters up to my house and give them food and water. I managed to reach home by then to find my neighbour, who had a pet hamster, in my house feeding the 3 poor hamsters. As soon as I was home, I called up the SPCA and made a report. They asked me if I could keep the hamsters and I really wanted to, but I could not as my parents did not like seeing animals of any kind in cages. The SPCA arrived at my house soon and took away the hamsters. Though this is not as big a rescue as those stated by others on this page, words could not describe how I felt when I realised that my family and I had just saved three innocent lives.

2/23/2012 8:09:15 PM

I got a a kitten when I was around 6 or 7 years old. He was creamy yellow colored with stripes and was really sick. We nursed him back to health, but a little too much, I guess you could say. In the end, he was obese by the time he died. He would wheeze when he purred or slept. I wished I had done more too keep him at a healthy weight. Also, we adopted more cats, and they bullied Peanut, to say the least. He eventually stopped using the litter pans, and my mom, though she loved him with all her heart, recognized he was destroying her home. She had him put down, and I'll never forget how I didn't look for a home for him, and the last time I cuddled with him, the very morning he died. He was so full of life, I just wish I took his life more seriously. I still cry over him, and it has been nearly one year. He was part of my family, we grew up together. I had a bond with him that will never go away. I just wish I did more to help him.

2/23/2012 8:01:45 PM

When I was little, I really wanted a cat, & when I got one I always felt SO SO SO bad because I didn't play with him alot. & I never brushed him enough. I still have him to this day though, & love him dearly. He's a good friend. (: & also, I have chinchillas, they are supposed to get out a hour a day, but sometimes I feel busy, & just don't. It makes me feel bad. Also, I feel bad for all the times I ate meat when I was young. (I went veggi in 6th grade.) I confess.

2/23/2012 8:00:19 PM

Once, I came across a flock of chickens crossing a rural road. I got out of my car and walked them off the road and a safe distance into the adjacent field. I felt like my job was done after this. In retrospect, they were probably from a nearby factory farm. They were scrawny, very confused, debeaked, and looked as if they had recently molted. They definitely weren't equipped for survival in the wild. If I could go back in time, I would have called a nearby friend to ask for some containers to transport them to safety. Then, I could have contacted an animal sanctuary to help find them a place to live out their lives.

2/23/2012 7:47:14 PM

I was 9 years old when I finally convinced my parents adopt my very first dog. His name was Nickel, and he was a 22lb 5 months old German Shepard. He was so special to me. He had a patch of white fur in the shape of a star on his chest. When he was getting to be 5 years old, my responsibilities started slacking. One day my parents announced that they were going to bring him back to the shelter if I didnt start doing my part in taking care of him. I didn't. That weekend my dad took him back, and after that all I could do was cry. I wish he got adopted by a nice person/family. I am 27 years old now and I constantly think about him. I am so sorry Nickel, I have failed you. Well, I just needed to get that off my chest even though everyone around me knows this story all too well already.

2/23/2012 7:30:23 PM

We had two neighborhood strays that we were feeding. They were both friendly and inseparable. The female was a beautiful tortie we named Jennifer and her constant companion was a gorgeous, super friendly male we called Tommy Tune. When we realized Jennifer was pregnant, we decided to take her in to be sure the kittens were protected, well cared for and would not end up feral. We already had a cat and a golden retriever so felt we could only take in Jennifer. We planned on eventually taking Tommy T in as well, but felt we had to wait. Once the kittens were born we would have a full house. Tommy T was lost without his Jennifer and took to wandering even though we faithfully fed and petted him. He was super friendly. Up the street, a condo unit was being built. One day we heard blasting...we never saw Tommy T again. We held out hope that one of the workers fell in love with him and took him home. But we feared he hung out there because of the workers, and was killed in the explosion. Jennifer had 4 beautiful kittens. We adopted out 3 of them, had her spayed and kept her and one of her kittens. But we still regret -20 years later- that we never took Tommy T in too. Over the years we continued rescues. Our high was 17 (including a rescued golden retriever). Today we are "down" to 9 cats ranging from 2 yrs to 16 yrs. But a piece of my heart is still with Tommy T.

2/23/2012 7:04:15 PM

When we lived Detroit, in the 70s, 80's and 90's, our neighborhood changed. The little old people died, and younger, but not nicer, people moved in on both sides of our house. One neighbor had a beautiful Doberman. The last time I saw him, he was skin on bones. The neighbor said he died of cancer. The neighbor on the other side had a shepherd mix that he wanted to be a guard dog, so he was mean to it and would not let the dog in the house, no matter what the weather was like. One day he beat the dog in the garage, and the dog screamed and cried. I did not see the blows, but I heard them. The neighbor across the street both saw and heard the beating. Both of us were afraid of the man, and so we did nothing because we were afraid he would terrorize us. (The police in Detroit are overwhelmed; bad neighbors are not a high priority.) When my family and I moved away from that neighborhood, I cried, because I was nice to that dog, and now, no one would ever be kind to him again. I am ashamed of my fear of my neighbors; I felt trapped and did not know that we would be able to move away from the mean men when they abused their dogs. May the Goddess shelter those poor dogs, long dead now, in Her arms, and may She forgive my cowardice. But we have always had rescue cats (2+ all the time), and we had a rescued greyhound, until he died. So we are trying to improve our karma by rescuing as many animals as we responsibly can. Blessed be.

2/11/2012 6:22:14 PM

Years ago, when I was in college, I exercised a horse for a friend at a local stable that was run by a "cowboy" type of person. I remember seeing on day a chestnut mare with four white socks up to her knees and a big white blaze being led out of the barn. She was skin hanging on bones. I was sickened by the sight. I asked my friend and she said the "cowboy" owned the horse, she was a cute horse but she had gotten sick with "pink eye" and he just turned her out saying, "If she lives, she lives; if she dies, she dies." (The man also beat his dog with a wound up roap/lasso - and dismissed the dog's screaming as "drama" when I witnessed it.) The horse dropped so much weight she could hardly move. I wanted to offer him money for her to take her out of there - the other horses were picking on her and driving her away - but as a student I had no money to board and care for an emaciated horse. I thought of calling the local Animal Control, but they had no facilities for a horse - Likely she would have been euthanized. I felt so helpless. I stopped riding my friend's horse because I could not stand to go out to that barn anymore, but it obviously still bothers me to this day.

2/10/2012 9:45:57 AM

When I was a young girl I had rabbitts and when I let them out to play in the garden they were so hard to catch that I let them out less and less. They were trapped in an outside cage. I am so sorry I did not do better for them. Now I hate the cage and only use it for safely transporting an animal.

2/10/2012 3:51:27 AM

I saw a very wet dog in the rain a couple of months ago. He was so wet and looked a little sick. And I just saw him and didn't help him because I didn't know what to do. I have felt awful about that the whole time.

2/9/2012 8:55:11 PM

At 18 years of age my first cat was losing his fight with bladder cancer. When he had to be put down I realized how little about changes in his behavior I had noticed. I now volunteer at at a cat shelter, keeping a sharp eye on illnesses and as many aspects of the cats's personalities as I can.

2/9/2012 8:48:41 PM

I learned that the next time I have the opportunity, I should do something about it. I went to a crack house and took the female, very pregnant cat out of there and broght it home. The next day she was rehomed with a foster family found through the Northeast Animal Shelter in Salem, Massachusetts. I'm sorry, but I didn't want to write a sad story!

2/9/2012 6:58:25 PM

I can never forget the time when I had to leave my dog behind because I had to move to another city. She was in a good hand but I still wish I could take her with me. She died a few months after, and I swore to myself I'll never want to go through that again. I'd rather not move anywhere than leave my dog behind. Now I have 3 dogs, and I'm still trying to do my best to feed more stray dogs on the streets. Still, wish I could do more.

2/10/2012 6:42:56 AM

Back in 2000 I was in England as an Erasmus student; after months of being there I felt pretty lonely, so I decided to get a pet rat even when it was against the rules of the Halls of residence where I was staying. Jack was a lovely 3 months old russian blue rat that was meant to be a snake´s snack. He lived in my room for 6 months and loved sleeping with me; he learnt tricks and was my best companion during that time. After that period I was meant to come back to Spain and already had his travel sorted out on the plane, but he developed lung cancer and immigration would not allow me to fly with a sick animal. My parents "adviced" me to let Jack loose in the countryside and forget about him! I decided to lie to them and I told them there were no flights for the date I was coming back (even when I already had bougth a very expensive ticket)and got another expensive ticket for a coach which will take me through England, France and Spain during 2 days, non-stop, to my home town. I took Jack in my hand-luggage with some baby food and his medication, along with his blacket, and let him free around the back seats of the coach and everywhere we stopped for a break. It was a horrible trip because Jack was very ill by now and I thought he would die any moment. Finally we got to my city and my parents, after the initial shock, loved Jack to bits. We took him to the vet straight away and in the clinic they even took pictures of him...he was so pretty. Jack died 1 week later. The worst part of it was that he died when I was out, so after so much trouble trying to give him the best, I couldn´t say good bye to him. I miss him.

2/9/2012 6:35:12 PM

my family and i had to move from are house and the people that was letting us stay couldnt have cats so my sister let my cat stay with her. one day she called me and said she couldnt find him and scared that he had got out and so i called the animal shelter to see if he was there and they said no so everyday i called them for a week until one day they called me and said that they were informed there was a cat that look like mine in a shed behind a house but wouldnt come out for anyone and they gave me the name,address and number to go see if it was him. when i got there the lady led me to the back yard and i just started to call his name and he came running out to me i cried for so long i was so happy to find him and i think he had left the house to find me.im sorry i had left u there. I love u garfield, R.I.P

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