Are you poisoning your pet?
No doubt you mean well, or are just plain unaware of the poisoning risks to your pets.
Check out this excellent resource:
…..it’s part of the American Society For The Prevention Of Cruelty To Animals (ASPCA) site, which contains lots of other helpful and interesting information for animal lovers.
And by the way…pets are for life.
A personal note….
I always wondered what happened to our cats when my mother and father divorced.
The were given away to a new home as far as I know (I don’t think they were executed). I always wondered what kind of life they had, when they died and so on. It was over 40 years ago now. When my mother took us away she left the cats with my father, who gave them away.
My mother and brother stayed in a flat for a while so keeping cats was not possible – that said; it would have been nice had she made arrangements to have the cats stay somewhere. We had cats later when we moved into a house so we could have had them back then. She got rid of the new cats when we went to live with our father (one of the biggest mistakes of my life – I was 9 and I got conned. Years later, in an unguarded moment, my father said he was glad I ran away from my mother’s place because “you brought Stuart to me” – Stuart was his favorite).
While I was at the flat I had a Guinea Pig – my mother gave him away as well. She fed me some rubbish about giving him away to a girl who was very ill. The girl and her mum could have afforded a Guinea Pig easily – my mum was just telling me lies because SHE wanted to get rid of my guinea pig.
We had a dog once (at the new house) too – she was called Susie; a brown Collie. I was told she was my dog. After a while she was taken away with another lying story. Susie was the only dog I ever had personally. For ages afterward I wondered where she was. I never saw her again.
My mum, and father, told me loads of lies. And the venom! Hiss hiss. Perhaps they should have kept snakes (apologies to snakes for the comparison ;)). These days my father looks like a Cane Toad, as well as sharing some of their other characteristics.
After I went to live with my father I started to dislike dogs. This was because as an already badly damaged kid, but a sensitive, intuitive one, I realized that my father thought more of dogs than he did of me.
These days I just feel sad for the animals concerned. I hope they had a good life. It was very painful for me at the time, however I am so glad I had such a crappy start in life because I managed to turn it into a positive and experienced things few people ever do. It doesn’t make me better than others – just more blessed. And no, I do not feel bitter. Bitterness is a waste of time and leads to ill health, among other things. My parents are sad pathetic, empty people.
Anyway, as I said, pets are for life. Not something to be disposed off when circumstances change. People of real character look after their animals.
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