Alot of "shelters" (you know who you are...#NYACC and #Downey to name a couple) are killing dogs as fast as they come in.
No one's adopting.
No one's fostering.
Rescues are trying to keep up.
No amount of sharing seems to stop the hemorrhage of dogs being killed...
...JUST FOR EXISTING.
No one is taking advantage of low cost soay/neuter clinics.
People dumping their pets to be killed because "no time, low energy, high energy, moving, landlord issues, " and my personal favorite..."new baby."
Fq you to these people who don't take...
...lives of others, their "best friends " seriously. Fq you for treating them like a disposable piece of meat.
Fq you kill "shelters" who know there are other options. Who exactly is paying you for the bodies? Cheap dog/cat food manufacturers? Expensive ones? Vax makers?...
I'm done. Just.Fqg.DONE!
You were loved, and alot of us were POSITIVE you would make it out alive...
...but instead you're just another dead dog in a long, long, LONG line of many before you, and many more to come.
I'm done trying to be part of making a difference.
We along the Gulf Coast had the BP oil spill, which O blatantly ignored, leaving alot of what needed to happen up to us.
At one point hair salons were collecting hair from cuts and donating it so that it could be stuffed into nylon stockings, which were used to soak up oil...
@FestusMcgilicu1@jipseeblue Think back to the B P oil spill in the Gulf that O did less than nothing about for months, and how all of that toxicity flowed through the Gulf Stream, around the world.
When the private sector shut it down "they" had to find another way.
2022 was spent trying to get Dad into surgery for biopsies sooner rather than later, then that super important full body scan that would clear him for Proton radiation.
The arguments that ensued with unlicensed office people, receptionists and appointment bookers, became...
...frequent and legendary, and my reputation of "I have all fqg day to stand here staring at you, and what, exactly, is your medical license in..oh wait YOU DON'T HAVE ONE!" preceded me.
Then finally Dad beginning the 8-weeks of daily radiation, keeping my parents upbeat and...
...positive, not being willing to accept the thought of any negative outcome, and driving 30-45 minutes each way, in excruciating pain (I'd put my life, and desperately needed back surgery on hold, happily, because I have an awesome step-Dad), then slept for almost 2-weeks after.