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For The Love Of Ratties
I'm a sucker. Might as well have it tattooed. Seems to be a general theme with me.
So, a 3 year old rattie was turned in on Saturday, and I do believe I mentioned that the bitch that turned her in doesn't deserve to live. So we've officially got at the shelter, two ratties, given up because of the same affliction. Because one of them was brought in as a "stray" the shelter is going to find out whether she's a good candidate for surgery and possibly actually do the surgery though I'm starting to doubt- it was like pulling teeth to get them to even have her examined.
The one turned in by the mega bitch....well I'm telling you right now, animal care at the shelter is completely unbalanced between cats and dogs and "everyone else". They will put her down. Despite the fact the cyst appears to be fully removable, her age alone will count against her though it's possible she could live much longer given the right circumstances. Well, it's not going to happen on my watch.
Despite the fact that I'm not rich by any means, I'm taking her, having the cyst removed and she can hang out with me and my other rodents until it's time for her to pass on. I may even do the same thing with the other girl if they don't want to help her.
I can't stand by anymore. I can't keep my sanity and continue to watch this happen. Despite not really having the space, adequate time (according to my standards), and the money, I can't, in good conscious let this get by anymore and feel ok with myself.
That's the thing with shelter work. It guilts you into doing things. I had three (now two) hamsters because they weren't getting adopted fast enough (Patriot was at the shelter for a year before I adopted him- that's fucking ridiculous). My cat is with me because I couldn't turn her in as a foster with ringworm (they would have euthanized her if I didn't treat her). Now I may have two more ratties- something I didn't want to do, but I just can't let this go. It's not fair and I won't continue letting this unfairness happen while I'm still there.
I need to get out. I applied for two jobs online today at work. I shouldn't be doing it there, but I didn't care enough to do my regular work today- though I think I took in almost 30 cats and kittens and at least a half dozen dogs. It's so depressing. So many unwanted animals. A constant flow. "This animal costs me money, I don't want to spend any more on it" , "this animal smells I can't take it anymore", "my kids don't clean up after this animal", "I'm moving and I didn't care to make sure I could take my animal to the new place", "this animal doesn't get along with my kids", "I don't want to take this animal to the vet", I lost my house so- here's my animal(s)".
All I can hope and pray for is that some time in their lives they get set aside too, to know how it feels, when that animal looks at me and doesn't understand what it's doing in that box/carrier at the end of that leash and their owner, the person they thought cared for them, walks out the door and doesn't look back. People would say, well they don't know, they're just animals. To those people I say, you come work with me for a day and see- see what I see and believe.
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