Choose dogs from shelters
Yesterday I killed a friend; not out of anger, rather out of love. I loved her as much as I love many of my friends.
You see, she came to me trusting me to help her on a dark and lonely stretch of road. She was tired, hungry, sick and in need of a friend. In time, she regained her health, becoming as regal and dignified as any Rottweiler alive. She commanded respect by her mere presence.
However, she was an aging dog and time was not kind. In the next five years, she lost her sight and her hips began to fail, due to years of breeders’ choices and public demand for a certain look for Rottweilers. Her hips had basically been bred to fail.
Because of this, my friend spent the last two years of her life in pain that was only controlled by medication. She survived until she lost her dignity, the one thing she could not face. For the first time in her life with me, I heard her cry. As she lay there and soiled herself, I knew she was going to fight no longer. She had lost her battle with the hips we gave her.
I am angry. I’m angry at the breeders, show people and those who go to breeders to buy dogs, rather than adopting from shelters. For every dog purchased from a breeder, a shelter dog loses its life. Meanwhile, many breeders continue to propagate existing and new infirmities into dogs for the sake of money and recognition. I blame them and I blame the general public for financing their success and contributing to a shelter dog’s death. Rottie did not have to die so young. You helped me kill her, and I am angry!