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'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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2/9/2012 4:30:12 PM

When i was 7 my family bought a puppy from a puppy mill, not knowing it was a puppy mill. I feel sort of like i saved my dog though in a way, thankfully about a week after we bought our puppy she was arrested, and all the puppies were saved. which is goo. I'm 16 now, and i realize what puppy mills are now. I don't regret getting my dog because i love him so much but i do regret my family ever giving that evil woman money. Puppy mills are cruel and unnecessary.

2/9/2012 4:25:31 PM

This isn't a confession, but ready all them make me cry. I rescued a dog from an abusive/neglected previous owner & love her to pieces. But, somedays I feel like a very low person bc the one thing I love in life is Dolphins. They would be my whole world if I didn't have a fiance or daughter. Somedays I sit here & cry bc I can't help w/the whole Taiji thing in Japan. I feel like I was sent to do something involving Dolphins, animals period, and I can't because I work full time and have a family. Some days are more worse than others, but for the most part its an everyday battle. I'd like just one chance to share my feelings & how impportant it is to stand up for something you believe in...

2/9/2012 4:19:55 PM

Two years ago I rescued two ducklings from a slaughter house. I named them London and Paris. I researched everything possible to caring for ducks and purchased all their necessities. I was happy, they were happy and things were good. They grew more everyday into even more beautiful creatures. So as they got bigger (3 months old) I could no longer just keep them in the house all day. They needed to be in a natural setting that's were my problem began. They couldn't be in my backyard because my neighbors dogs are hunting hounds and are loose in their yard. The only solution was to keep them fenced in the front yard by day and in my basement by night. It was a tough job/ routine transporting them back and forth everyday and cleaning the basement everyday but I did it. One night as I was lifting London out of the fenced yard to bring him inside but he was startled causing me to accidently drop him. I went to pick him up and noticed he leg was broken and I cried. The vet took an x-ray and said London's leg was broken in three parts, I cried again. The procedure on the leg by surgically attaching a flexible rod to the bone. The surgery was $500 which my dad helped me. London was suppose to get better but he didn't. Home life for London was different now and harder for him and me. So I searched for a duck sanctuary and found one. My mother and I packed London and Paris and their things and drove to the sanctuary. When we got to the place it was so nice. The place was of farm setting having a huge pond, lots of land and vegetation. They fit right in and I was happy because they looked happy. Two weeks later I thought of them and how they must be doing and I started crying I missed them terribly and still do. I regret not caring enough for them and giving up on them. London I'm still sorry for your leg and I will always love you and Paris!

2/9/2012 4:18:08 PM

I use to actually hunt deer, rabbits, etc. It is a dark, dark history of mine and I am glad to have learned that a vegetarian and vegan options are not only easy to come by, they are delicious!! The pro to this history of mine is that nobody ever calls me out of touch when I say I support animals rights. I let them know I lived the other side and that side is wrong.

2/9/2012 4:15:57 PM

While in Egypt last year, me and my mom were returning to the hotel complex from a night of shopping, when i noticed a cat crossing the busy road we were on. unfortunately the taxi could not stop entirely otherwise we would have been in a serious crash, so it breaks me heart to say that the car hit the cat. i was absolutely heart broken being an extreme believer in animal rights, but i was told there was nothing we could do, and that it would of died on impact. however i feel so bad that i didnt make the driver stop and check on the cat, but in a country like egypt nothing would have been able to have been done. this totally ruined my holiday, which was obviously going to happen, but i feel responsible, even though it was a kill or be killed scenario, but i have always put animals first and this totally destroyed me! i feel terrible looking back on this incident to this day and it really does break my heart to replay what happened. however i feel animals in countrys such as egypt need to have the facilities where they can be taken for treatment, there are far to many animals being severally ingured and killed and nothing being done about it! I am so sorry cat, and i will honestly never forget you. ='( Jessica

2/9/2012 3:41:20 PM

I was driving a friend to a subway stop - we were running late. I saw a seagull on the other side of the road. It was shaken up, but ok. My gf saw me and knew what I was going to do. She talked me out of stopping traffic to save the bird. I dropped her off a block away as quickly as I could, doubled back - and the bird was flattened. I will never forgive myself for that - the many who don't answer the needs of innocent creatures outweigh the few who do - so we must act out when needed.

2/9/2012 3:34:55 PM

To the person who had the bunny. I think he would have gone to a good home. I got a gerbil off a young boy, parents didnt want them to have him and he's with me now, love him and my other gerbil to bits, looked after great, there are many, many good people out there who will look after animals brilliantly so stop worrying! You did brilliantly to get him sorted out, no doubt he got a nice home :) My confession is regarding a rabbit. My next door neighbout had a small, brown dwarf rabbit. Day in and day out i saw the rabbit sitting on his own in that hutch, barely any food, no veg, no fruit, no hay, no water. And when the bottle was empty and fell to the floor the owner(who was a complete and utter cow) just walked past. I went back and forth at night, when no one was around and gave the rabbit fresh water, veg and food, i also gave him hay. I called the SSPCA who investigated when the neighbour was out and then after 20 mins watching the rabbit guzzle the water, he left. Literally a day later i moved house. Either the rabbit died of cold or it was removed. The inspector did see there was NO water at all(this was in the summer FACING the sunlight)...to this day i wish i had just taken him from that hutch and kept him for myself but i was worried i'd get into trouble. The hutch is no longer there so i do hope the rabbit was taken from them,i have a feeling he was, the inspector saw that the rabbit had no food and no water, saw that he was thirsty and he was alone in a dirty hutch...if they didnt take the rabbit then shame on them! It was blatant animal neglect!

2/9/2012 3:20:37 PM

On April 21, 2011 my beautiful, beloved Doberman Pinscher "Midnight" passed away that morning. It must have been between 12 to 5am because he was perfectly fine. He was a big healthy baby boy. he was 8 years old, he was 80lbs, he was my black beauty. I had been having strange dreams all week before his death, dreams about how I could get to him to save him, or the ground turning black and the world dying around us and there was nothing I could do to save my baby. I would frequently wake up and check on him, to see if he was okay. But that Thursday morning things weren't feeling right. I was 5months pregnant when I lost him, it has still been so unbearable, so hard, it just hurts to know that I had the BEST dog in the world and I didn't see it, I couldn't save him. I woke up startled from my dream and as i opened the blinds he was lying down on the floor, right outside the door. At that moment I knew, he had passed away. He wasn't breathing, he wasn't moving, I was in shock. I called the Vet and once they saw him, his Vet said his heart had stopped and that it looked to him that Midnight didn't suffer, he had passed away in his sleep. It is still heartbreaking for me to talk about him, to wish he was here. I used to be afraid of the dark till the day Midnight came home with me. Now that he's passed, the fear is there. There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't miss him, that I don't wish he was here to meet my Daughter, to lay his head on my lap so I can pet him. I had him cremated and I had two paintings done of him, so I have his ashes right above my bed and his painting in my bedroom. I Love Midnight so much!

2/9/2012 3:19:07 PM

When I was a kid I had a beagle. I named him Shiloh after the famous novel/movie. We kept him in our back yard. When he would do something I didn't like, like trying to run away I would hit him and the like. When he finally got ran over and I had to carry his body back home I realized I had done something wrong. Looking back I wish I hadn't done any of those things. He was a nice dog who never hurt anyone, I remember when he was a pup he was even afraid to go down our stairs. Makes me feel horrible just typing this. I have a chihuahua now who I let sleep with my fiance and I every night. I would do anything for him. I just regret how I treated Shiloh, I know that if I had taken care of him and not hurt him that he could still be around today.

2/9/2012 3:18:36 PM

When I was in grade 7, or so, my parents bought me a leopard gecko. At the time, I didn't consider the fact that they are not like puppies, and that you shouldn't play with them. He was young, and small, and I would always take him out of the tank and play with him in a plastic container. I remember one time he was about to shed and I took the skin off for him and I know now that I shouldn't have. He died a month after I got him, likely from stress or illness. I've always felt horrible for what I did, and for being so careless. We bought another one soon after he died, Sniper, who was already about a year old when we bought him (someone else had owned him first). I never handle him, I never take him out unless I need to move the tank or clean it, and I check on him every day. He's over 8 years old now and I love him very much. Because of the hard lesson I learned, I was better equipped to take care of Sniper, but it was a lesson I wish I'd never learned.

2/9/2012 3:16:03 PM

I started feeding five stray cats in a complex I used to live in; one of them became injured; I tried to trap him and get him to a person who worked with the humane society that would have helped with his medical care, but neither the HS person or I could catch it. It would not go near any kind of trap: I was asked not to renew my lease for helping strays and when it was time to leave, I had moved everything out and opened my door to see if the strays I was helping would come in and then I could corner the one injured and get him in for help, but they were just too scared to walk further in the apartment so I could close the door. I wish I had not been so afraid to spend more time trying to get him in, but neighbors were complaining, people were watching and "tattle -telling"; I wasn't brave enough to spend the time; I was scared. Now I know that he probably died a death there by suffering and I don't know if anyone ever helped him or saw him and took him in. I wish I had not been so "influenced" by what people were thinking and had put forth more effort to saving him. I tried different things to get him to a vet, and then got tired; I shouldn't have given up at the end.

2/9/2012 3:09:31 PM

I have confessions for a couple different times. One time is when I was a lot younger, about 8.. my dad told my brother to shoot all of my cat's kittens. I remember being very upset. There was one of them that had it's leg shot off and it was limping around in pain. I wish I would have done something to stop it. It still bothers me to this day and when I think about it I hate my dad and brother for it. Another time is when my mother-in-law had 2 beautiful dogs that would be kept chained up in the yard all the time. Sometimes they couldn't afford to feed the dogs. I think when she moved she ended up letting them go stray. I wish I would have stood up for those dogs.

9/28/2010 7:20:17 PM

This tears me apart, but I had a pet bunny over the summer I got from a farm, I loved the bunny, and I was playing with him outside and he got out of our little "pet-fence" and broke his leg. I took him to our vet and over a long period of having a cast, painkillers and a small cage, he healed. A friend and I co-owned the bunny, and I had paid for all the vet expenses, his food, water, etc; so when the bunny was healed, he went back to the friend's house. The friend developed allergies to the bunnies(he had one already), and asked me to take them. I have 2 guinea pigs, a dog and 2 cats, and I was at a very hectic and stressful time in my life, so I let my friend sell the bunny to someone on craigslist(i dont know who, he had just asked me if he could sell him). Now I feel cruel, and terrible that I gave up responsibility for him after nursing him back to health before. I feel good that I saved his life, but I think everyday about how he's doing, and how I wish I had just sucked it up and taken him back. :( I just needed to vent about that.

9/12/2010 3:51:41 AM

The other night a lost dog was wandering down the back alley by my house. I immediately went out to catch it and make sure it wouldn't go on the main roads. the dog, Choko was it's name, had tags. so I went into the house (and left Choko to play with my dog in the yard) and called the owner. the owner said that the dog had "escaped earlier in the day" and that they "hadn't bothered looking for it yet." right away I was a little wary of this..but I told him my address and he said he'd come pick the dog up. I waited for at least 45 minutes.. whilst waiting I noticed the dog's collar was FAR too tight (causing an indentation in the skin) so I immediately loosened it. finally the owner came. and instantly Choko's demeanor changed, he dropped to his belly and crawled backwards towards me, whimpering and whining.. trying to get away. the owner charged him and grabbed him by the collar and noticed that it was "too loose" and tightened it right up again. I informed him that I'd loosened it because it was choking the dog, and he said nothing. the dog wasn't budging adn kept looking back at me.. finally the dog gave in (probably because it was being choked to death) and stood up to walk to the car. Choko looked back at me and gave me the saddest look I've ever seen. Once the man had left I called my mom and we drove around (he had told me that he lived on the same street as me.) and we searched for over an hour for the man's car.. we never saw it. but I'm going to keep on a vigilant lookout, because I regret giving Choko back now.. I should've called the Humane Society or something.. I cried later that night.. and I still feel awful about it. I'm sorry Choko, I hope I see you again someday.

8/20/2010 2:20:41 AM

i have done no wrong however i wish we all could be better responsible people for our pets i remember a few instances where i should have.

8/3/2010 5:40:56 PM

I had 2 beautiful cats, Sophie & Damien, for 4 years. We were getting ready to move to a new home when the sale fell through. My own house was already sold, so we had no place to go. I asked my mother if we (me and the 2 cats) could move in with her til I found another house to buy. She said yes, and we moved to the 2nd floor. Me and the cats were quiet and well-behaved, yet one month later my mother told us to get out, she wanted to live alone. One month later! So Sophie, Damien and I moved in with a friend, but this was their 3rd home in one month, so they were very stressed out. Sophie was so panicked her fur was dropping everywhere; she was hiding; afraid of everything. My friend was saying he couldn't have all that fur all over the house and she'd have to go. If I couldn't stay there I had no place to go again, so I took her to the shelter, crying the whole ride, and gave them a $300 donation begging them to find her a home. I drove back the next day, took her to my friend's home again hoping she'd be okay...but she was so panicky and stressed it just wouldn't work. I took her back to the shelter with another donation, again begging and explaining I was only reluctantly giving her up. They promised to find her a home and to try not to worry, they'd find her a good home. Six months later I finally had a new home and called the shelter but they couldn't find her records. So I couldn't adopt her back now that I had a home for us all. That was 20 years ago and I have never forgiven myself for taking her to the shelter, choosing Damien over her (he was not stressed out), working with her more to feel safe and comfortable rather than scared. Not a day goes by I don't think about her or cry for what I did. I pray she did get a good home and found it in her heart to forgive me. Sophie, I am sorry and I loved you very much. They promised you a good home and I hope they fulfilled it for me. You are a beautiful girl, in heaven now I'm sure.

7/20/2010 12:36:56 AM

It's not a confession but an incident from childhood that haunts me & hurts my soul. When I was about 5 or 6 yrs old our neighbor's dog had puppies. The puppies were not fed properly & would come into our back yard. My parents aren't terrible, but not exactly sympathetic to an animals plight. But one noght the 4 puppies were in our yard crying. They were hungry. My Mother dug some leftover rice & beef, mixted with cigarette ashes & buts & laid the food on top of old newspaper. She put it outside on the back porch & the puppies came running & were whining so loudly from hunger & scarfed the food up so fast. This was so many years ago. My mother commented how Mrs. winnie the neighbor wasn't feeding her dogs. Now I really can't remember what became of the female dog & her pups but that memory is horrible & I can't shake it. I hope that all animals abused or negglected don't die in vain & there is an afterlife or heaven. To think they are born, suffer & die like these puppies may have is jusy too depressing to comprehend.

7/12/2010 12:09:55 AM

I have been forgetting to feed my fish.. It's tank got low with water, the filter stopped pumping and the tank was consumed with algae. I just looked away from my poor fish that I had since grade school, until last night when I realized that I could easily give it A better life. I'm glad that I did, because before I cleaned the tank he was barely moving. Now, he's darting around in fresh water with a working pump, plants and no algae. I apologize, mr. fish.

5/30/2010 10:52:32 PM

I had kept my cousin's two cats for him but my husband was getting mad. Cousin could not and would not be able to take them back ever. I had to bring them to the animal shelter and they told me they would most likely put them to sleep or kill them in my mind. I am still crying over it and hurt for them. I hate bringing any animal to a shelter and feel so much guilt for I know they killed them. I just hope the kitty's forgive me.

3/29/2010 12:17:54 AM

I went to a reptile convention last year looking for a new reptile after I let my toads go. I ended up buying a veiled chameleon knowing nothing about the care of this fragile reptile. I ended up spending about $200 dollars on her Reptarium , lighting, bugs for her to eat, a new reptile mister, all my free time and my social life just for her to die 3 months later of metabolic bone disease, plus the $200 dollar vet bill for them to tell me nothing till it was to late. I think if I had read up more before I got my veiled chameleon I might have been able to care better for her.

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