2 years ago, my beautiful chocolate American Pitbull Terrier, Tottie, was taken from me. She was accused of being a 'dangerous' dog, just because she was a pitbull. I told neighbors, and others that she was the sweetest. But animal control came and forcefully took her from my home. They came through the backyard while I was at work, and took her. I got a call, and left work instantly. When I got down to the shelter, they told me,
I questioned them, so much. I asked they why they would think that? She had no record of biting, attacks, or any shown aggression. They told me to leave or I would be moved out by force. They wouldn't even let me speak up for my own dog..I sat outside, waited. They wouldn't let me back inside, and they said they would put her to sleep today. I waited because I wanted her bandanna, collar, body, something. I didn't leave because I hoped they'd change their minds, and my little girl would run out and tackle me with kisses. She never came out. 2 hours later they closed, and I asked them what they did to her. They put her in a gas chamber, crammed full of other dogs, and fired her body, and threw the ashes in their outside dumpster. I went around back to their dumpster and I searched..I dug through mountains or trash and bags, trying to get to her ashes. I came home an hour later, and sat by her doggie bed. Her red and white tug of war toy was in the bed, and it was all I could look at. I did cry, I cried a lot.
Tottie was only a year and a half when she was put down. She was my very first APBT, and my very first true friend. I had always been backstabbed, hurt by humans that I called friends. Tottie never hurt me, she listened to me, and she showed affection without asking for anything in return. People told me to get over her, she was just a dog...Tottie was my best friend. She was the only person who I could laugh with without starting a conversation. She was the only person who made me feel love, when I didn't have a family. She was my pillow buddy. She was my brat, spoiled and all. She was someone to me, she was my world. After a day at work, all I could think about is 'What did Tottie tear up today?" and then I'd laugh. When I got home, she'd look around the hall way corner, then come running towards me like a bullet. She was the only one I knew that liked oatmeal cookies ...x3
I never understood why she was put down, because there was never a reason..
After I followed the bulldog/lab mix, Lennox, just to hear he was put down, it was a breaking point for me. I devote my extra time to going to shelters and helping, donating at least 50 bucks a week towards the no kill shelter next to me, and helping with BSL.
No innocent dog deserves to die because someone fears them. Please don't support BSL.
She could be a potenial harm to the people and animals around her.
I questioned them, so much. I asked they why they would think that? She had no record of biting, attacks, or any shown aggression. They told me to leave or I would be moved out by force. They wouldn't even let me speak up for my own dog..I sat outside, waited. They wouldn't let me back inside, and they said they would put her to sleep today. I waited because I wanted her bandanna, collar, body, something. I didn't leave because I hoped they'd change their minds, and my little girl would run out and tackle me with kisses. She never came out. 2 hours later they closed, and I asked them what they did to her. They put her in a gas chamber, crammed full of other dogs, and fired her body, and threw the ashes in their outside dumpster. I went around back to their dumpster and I searched..I dug through mountains or trash and bags, trying to get to her ashes. I came home an hour later, and sat by her doggie bed. Her red and white tug of war toy was in the bed, and it was all I could look at. I did cry, I cried a lot.
Tottie was only a year and a half when she was put down. She was my very first APBT, and my very first true friend. I had always been backstabbed, hurt by humans that I called friends. Tottie never hurt me, she listened to me, and she showed affection without asking for anything in return. People told me to get over her, she was just a dog...Tottie was my best friend. She was the only person who I could laugh with without starting a conversation. She was the only person who made me feel love, when I didn't have a family. She was my pillow buddy. She was my brat, spoiled and all. She was someone to me, she was my world. After a day at work, all I could think about is 'What did Tottie tear up today?" and then I'd laugh. When I got home, she'd look around the hall way corner, then come running towards me like a bullet. She was the only one I knew that liked oatmeal cookies ...x3
I never understood why she was put down, because there was never a reason..
After I followed the bulldog/lab mix, Lennox, just to hear he was put down, it was a breaking point for me. I devote my extra time to going to shelters and helping, donating at least 50 bucks a week towards the no kill shelter next to me, and helping with BSL.
No innocent dog deserves to die because someone fears them. Please don't support BSL.
