Uncle Arthur

[bunn]

Yesterday I helped transport two dogs to a rescue place in Tavistock. One was a loud wriggly pup called Colin: the other was a grand old man Staffy called Arthur, who was very gentle and cuddly, and just wanted to snooze. They were both strays whose time was up in a Northern pound. Strays get 7 days for their owners to collect them, then they are put to sleep if the kennel space is needed for more strays.

Luckily the Devon rescue had a couple of spare spaces. 5 people formed a chain to drive them from Lancashire to Devon.

Today I got a call to say that Arthur had to be put to sleep because this morning he was breathing badly and an x-ray showed that he had a massive lump in his lungs.

14 other staffies died today as well, young healthy ones, because they ran out of time at the pound. This time there were no rescue spaces and no transport run.

Sometimes life is really poo.

I'm sorry I'm doing so many pet posts at the moment, I know it's a bit much, I'll try to cut back.

Comments

[the-marquis.livejournal.com]

No need to cut back, especially if it helps you cope with the stress of this sort of news.

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Poor things! It's just so horrible that there are so many irresponsible pet owners out there, who make no effort to stop their pets producing unwanted offspring - with results like this.

I don't see why you should cut back. Post about whatever you want to post about - it's your journal, and that's your right.

[smirnoffmule.livejournal.com]

That is poo :(

Poor Arthur. I love old gentleman staffies, they remind me of bluff old generals.