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People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

This shit pisses me off

How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you 

As I moved out, I knew my cat wasn’t happy because suddenly she had to be alone over longer periods because I had started working full-time. So I went to look for a companion for her, and found my new cat Watson in an animal shelter. He had been found in a hall in Vienna, feeding of rats and whatever not. He’s about four or five years old now (I got him two years ago), but even when they found him he didn’t look ragged, he had all his teeth, his tail was fine and so were his ears. A cat that old (he must’ve been two or three years old) on the street just doesn’t look that way. They get into fights, they come under cars, they get hurt. So the conclusion was that someone must’ve thrown him out after not wanting him anymore not too long ago.

As I took him with me, he was scared of everything, stole and hoarded food because he was afraid someday he just wouldn’t get anything, couldn’t come to rest and everytime I just went near the transport box, he ran and hid, afraid someone might take him away again. Everytime my parents came to visit me, Watson hid under my bed for fear my parents were here to take him away. He wouldn’t even go near the door.

He’s fine now, eats when he’s hungry and doesn’t hoard anymore, is extremely lazy, sleeps everywhere and wants to be petted ALL THE TIME. But it took such a long time for him to get better, I had to earn his trust over months until he finally wouldn’t bite me when I came near his food, until he stopped being scared of my other cat (who’s about half his size), until he finally started to find some peace and wouldn’t run around all the time anymore. But he’s still deadly scared of strangers. He accepts my parents, my sister, my niece and my best friend, but that’s it. Any other stranger and he’s nowhere to be found.

Don’t give away your pets. It damages them beyond anything. It breaks their trust in everyone. It makes them afraid. It kills them, even if they survive.

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