And •landed you in the hospital on several particularly heavy months.
Reblog if your cramps have ever
- made you vomit
- lasted between 2-3 days
- stopped you from being able to walk or run
- made you cry
It’s not considered a viable excuse on any occasion, and I would like to know why.
- woken you up at night the pain was so bad
- made you pass out
• such unbearable pain that you couldn’t even keep focused on small tasks
So, as some if you know, I’m a HUGE supporter of adopting from animal shelters.
I’m NOT, however, a supporter of animal shelters putting me through several stages of purgatory.
My local animal shelter accepts animals of every variety. From a dog to a bearded dragon, from rabbits to horses, from turtles to chickens.
For that, I appreciate them.
I however do NOT appreciate being shoved into a raffle or an auction, and I surely don’t appreciate the mental scarring.
Allow me to explain.
About five years ago I went to the shelter to find a companion for my dog, Bonnie Blue. I found a small Rottweiler-dachshund mix. As strange as this sounds, he was the cutest damned thing. Sadly, his previous owner had him de-barked. I noticed this when he was playing with me in their acquaintance room, and gave a playful bark, and all that came out was a faint little winded squeak. He still kept on squealing until I played with him though, and he was just perfect. I spoke with one of the employees and she said she would put him on hold for me, and the he would be effective for three days.
I returned with my mother two hours later (I was too young to legally adopt under my own name), and while she was filling out the paperwork, I went back to go find my dog. His kennel was empty, and already had a new sign up. I thought ‘they must’ve moved him.’ So I went and checked every last kennel, even in their infected ward in case he got sick.
I found the same woman who put him on hold, and I asked her where my dog was. She shrugged and hesitated, before she finally uttered ‘well we ARE a killing shelter.’
I stood there in absolute shock. I ran back to my mum, crying, and I explained to her what happened. Needless to say my mother—protective of her daughter and animals—was not happy.
She warned me never to go there again and adopt from a different town, but I didn’t listen.
Two years later, I finally found another dog. By this time, my Bonnie Blue wouldn’t be able to handle a young dog’s energy, so I found a nice older dog who would be able to protect her since her arthritis prevented her from doing so herself. I had been searching for a while, but at this particular time there seemed to be a flood of husky and shepherd puppies and they were already bouncing off the walls.
I saw Bruno, this extra large yellow lab and Great Dane mix, the day he was authorized for adoption.
I filled out the paperwork, and I even had cash for him.
“Okay, we’ll see you Friday then!”
I raised an eyebrow with skepticism. “His paperwork says he’s ready to go home today.”
“Yes, but we have had several approved applications for this dog already, so all of the applicants need to come back Friday morning at 9am, and we will pick an applicants name out of a hat. That applicant will win the dog.”
At this point, my jaw had hit the floor.
“Are you kidding me? A raffle?! I don’t—…sigh… Okay. Whatever. I’ll be there.”
True to my word, I came Fruday morning and was waiting in the cold since 8:30am, just to be sure I didn’t miss anything.
Two employees walked in at 8:53 (but who was counting?), and asked me if I was the only one here.
I nodded and gave a firm “yes.”
Automatic victory, yes?
“Well since no one else came, we’ll have to reschedule the raffle for next Friday.”
I. Was. Done.
I hissed in a big breath, and then I made my mother proud.
“Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?”
The shock on their faces assured me I had their full attention.
“I’m NOT rescheduling. I am here at nine in the FUCKING morning for this dog!! You shouldn’t have a approved me for him in the first place!! The second the first person was approved for adoption, you SLAP THE ‘I’ve been adopted~’ tag on his paperwork AND ADOPT HIM OUT. I get the feeling you really want to keep your animals. You know what? Fine. Keep him. Kill another beautiful and innocent creature.” And I stormed off, tears in my eyes.
Flash forward to yesterday. I was applying to adopt out the only rabbits they had in their facility. This sweet elderly couple was adopting this little dog. Guess what I hear from them after three years of potential change.
Fortunately, they don’t have raffles for rabbits.
And now Peaches and Cream are happy in their new home.
I still support animal adoption. Hell, I support it now more than ever.
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