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It's always hard when you loose a pet, they are family members. Some people say thye don't count because they can't comunicate like humans, but htey have feelings and care and love you so they are family.
I've lost 3 pets in my life to this point.. all were cats one was 12 when she got very ill and ended up having to be put to sleep, the others were 18 and 19 and were old and their internal organs jsut stopped working... one was put to sleep, the other fell asleep and did not wake up. It is very hard to face the loss of a pet, and the only thing you can do is remember the happy times you had with them. That's what they would have wanted. As for the dog leash thing, that's very irresponcable of them to be letting their dog run around, even with the leash on. they could get in a lot of trouble if the athroities caught them because that is endangerment of their animal as wlel as other animals like your poor bunny. |
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I don't like dog owners.
They don't pick up their dogs poo. They don't wash their pets so I get all sneezy cause of the mass ammounts of dander. And some owners suck and just aren't good owners so situations like this occur. |
I'm sorry for your loss. ): *hugs* That truly is unfortunate and I could tell you loved your bunny very much.
Thankfully, I do not own any big dogs (they are all pugs.. completely useless) and I always keep them on the leash when I decide to walk them. However, they have been known to kill my dad's chickens and chase squirrels in our yard. I really hate them when they do that, but they're my babies and all. |
Oh, I'm sorry for cookie. I halfly have a dog right now who is currently sick because I dropped him when he was small (wich he still is). It's a chiwawa, and they don't scare bunnies. I'm sorry agian for Cookie. Just remeber that some dogs are okay, some aren't. :)
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I actually quite like dogs but some owners need to take some responsibility for their dogs.
Where I live there's some owners who let their two staffies wander the streets and it's pretty scary. I was walking along the street and it was getting a bit dark but I was nearly home, anyway, I heard this heavy breathing behind me and I twirled around to see this huge staffie right behind me. I was a bit scared so I slowly backed away and it just followed me, all the way to just outside my house. The dog didn't hurt me but I don't think people should let their dogs wander like that. If it had been someone who had been less calm and screamed or something the dog might have attacked. I have a dog and two cats. I've seen my dog kill wild animals (Rats, Pigeons, A duck), I suppose it's just their instinct. Dogs can be lovely creatures, if people give them love and care. It's just a shame some people don't :( |
I'm sorry to hear, but not all dogs are bad. Think of it this way. Some humans hurt dogs, but that doesn't mean that all humans will. In fact, that story was at the fault of the human. What's the freaking point of a leash if you're not going to use it? Dogs don't know better. On the other hand, the owners should. That's why we invented leashes, to restrain them so that they don't go destroying property or hurting other people's pets.
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Trust my hunny I feel your pain. When I was eleven I was attacked by a golden retriever. The dog ripped my lip in half and nearly bit my nose off. I’m twenty now and I still wake up in the middle of the night crying because I see those teeth coming at me ready to rip me to shreds yet again. Everyone tells me how odd it was that it was that breed of dog that bit me because they are normally sweet and gentle so I’ve learned it’s not the breed of dog you have to worry about it is the owner who trained it.
I too have lost an animal to a dog. I had a cat that I named Squirt after the turtle on Finding Nemo. When I got my kitty he was 5 weeks old but very ill, he was the runt and pushed away from his mother so he hardly got to eat. His head was much far big for his tiny body and he would fall over when he walked, his eyes looked like they where super sized inside of his skull because of his poor nourishment. The people that owned him didn’t care if he lived or died so I took him. I was so scared my mom would just make me get rid of him because she told me never to bring home another animal but instead the instant she saw him she took me to the store to get him some kitten milk. I bottle fed that poor baby for nearly 3 weeks because he was to week to eat even moist food. I felt like I had a child because at all hours of the night I would have to get up and feed him. I seriously though I would kill the guy before I ever saved him when he wouldn’t stop meowing and let me sleep. When he was fully healthy he ended up bonding with my dog and my mothers dog and I truly believe he thought he was just one of the boys especially when I would see him chaise the pups around and whoop their butts. I kick myself in the ass every day for what happened next. One morning when he was about eight months old he woke me up early by sucking on my ear. I read that kittens do that for a sense of security when they are taken from their mother to early but I was tired so I put him out of the room. He was allowed to go outside because he was good and never left the garden in the front so my brother ended up letting him out the door to chaise the bugs. An hour or so passed and I heard the dogs in the neighbor hood barking like they usually do so I didn’t think much of it. Then the front door flew open and my brother came in screaming at the top of his lungs. I flew out of bed, my first thought being oh my god my brother just got hit by a car, shot, stabbed or something along that lines. By the time I reached him I was in a full on panic mode readying myself for the worst and then I saw him. My brother was not screaming because of himself but limp in his arms was my poor baby that I spent so much time getting healthy, blood on his face and running out of his mouth. A sigh of relieve came over me because it was not my brother but was instantly replaced by sadness when I realized who it was. My cat was still breathing so I was about to take him to my vet when in my arms took his last breath and died. To this day I still see the fear in his eyes and the feeling in my heart that I was helpless to do anything to save him. I was over whelmed by grief but more so by anger. My brother explained what happed to me. After he was let outside he heard something by the side gate so he went in the back to see my cat trying to scramble up the wood but wasn’t fast enough. Two pit bulls grabbed his tail and pinned him to the ground where they began to viciously attack him. My brother climbed onto the fence and began hitting them with a long poll we had in the back yard but that didn’t even seem to faze them. When the poll broke in half he jumped down and grabbed the bricks that we laid for the back porch and began throwing them at the dogs. Finally that worked and they ran off leaving my cat motionless on the grass. When my brother got done telling me everything that happened the only thing he could say was that it’s all my fault if I would have never let him outside, if I would have just went around to the side of the fence he was on instead of cowering in the back yard I could have saved him. I am thankful that he was on the other side of the fence, I later found out those dogs where trained to fight and wouldn’t have thought twice to rip him to shreds if not kill him for getting in the way. I would have killed those dogs and most likely beat the owner for letting them harm my little brother. In all truth it was my fault of what happened my brother would have never let him outside if I would have gotten my lazy ass out of bed instead of just throwing him out of the room like I did. Revenge does come to those that wait though. The boy who owned the dogs ended up getting five thousand dollars in fines for them killing another animal on my property, potentially endangering others and not keeping his dogs chained up properly. Revenge does come to those who wait though. About three months after everything happened, those two dogs had to be kept on a chain and they jumped the fence and ended up hanging themselves and their owner went to jail for pulling a gun on the cops. Every now and then I get upset when I think about what happened but I am truly thankful nothing happened to my brother, I could never live with myself if he would have gotten hurt. I apologize though here I am rambling on about my loss and what happened to me and I didn’t mean to make a whole freaking story about it. |
awww...sweetie.... *hugs*
im really sorry. i know what its like to have a friend prematurely taken away :( i hope your doing okay. |
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Yeah, everyone is saying the same thing, but I just really really dont like dogs ^^ I can tolerate the well behaved ones but I've come across maybe two adult dogs that I actually like. Puppies are exceptions people. Omg- Lady monoki *Hugs* thats frightening. And your loss made me cry, that is so tragic :( I'm glad your kitty got a little bit of justice, and it's not your fault at all, He should have been able to play in his own yard without being attacked, dont blame yourself. (I can't believe it took bricks to fend them off!, you're brother was really brave) *hugs enniel* I'm doing okay, thankyou hun. ^^ |
The only thing I am very thankful is my brother was in the back yard where they couldn't get him. No I don't hate all dogs because of it. I had a dog of my own and know it isn't the breed to get mad at it's the owner. Even the breed most prone to violence such as Rots or Pit Bulls can be the most gentle ones of all if they are loved and trained that way. It's all on the owner it what it boils down to.
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That is just really terrible.
Im so sorry that you had to experience that, I really hope that your able to fill the gap left. |
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