Someone I know shared a very sad thing with me that happened to her son. I couldn’t believe it!
Her son, Elliott, who is in college was sharing a house with another guy. They got a dog together and Elliott became particularly fond of this dog. He became very close to him and as most people who care about their pets do, Elliott soon saw this dog as family. He played with him, bragged about him, and took pictures of him all the time.
Fast forward to eight years later, when one morning Elliott couldn’t find his dog anywhere. He was looking all over the house & yard. All he found was his collar on the kitchen table. He asked his roommate numerous times where the dog was but the roommate wouldn’t say anything. Becoming more alarmed, Elliott became frantic and started raising his voice and demanding to know what happened to him. His roommate finally admitted he had taken the dog to the vet in the middle of the night to be euthanized.
This was a healthy, happy, eight year old dog. His life was just ended and why? Because the neighbors complained he killed some of their chickens.
It makes me really sad (and mad) that we think of animals as so disposable that when they act in their own nature, which sometimes to us is unacceptable, we just end their life. This was a dog being a dog! Furthermore there are plenty of other things that could have been done. First of all, tell Elliott. Elliott could have moved out with the dog or could have seen if a friend or family member wanted him. Then there is always the Humane Society.
My intent is not to speak bad about veterinarians, but I do wonder, do they just euthanize any animal at anyone’s request?
I am heartbroken about this and I didn’t even know the dog. I can’t imagine how Elliott must feel.
(Sorry I kept calling him “the dog.” I don’t know his name.)