(Source: juliep0wers, via my-life-as-a-small-town-loserr)
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We went to the Animal Welfare League today, it hurt my heart. There was so many gorgeous little kittens and dogs that need a home. People need to start being responsible pet owners.
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(Source: you-know-the-odd-one)
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Imagine This…
Imagine.
You awake to find yourself trapped in a cramped space. You are scared, you are not alone however, there is another soul pushed up beside you. Two of you in this tight place.
The floor is made of wire. Your foot is hurting, bleeding. You try and move your foot away from the wire, you sit down, but the wire hurts your thighs, pressing into your flesh.
Your partners foot is stuck in the wire, they fret frantically breaking their toes trying to save themselves.
Your partner, trapped with you, is blind and deaf. You cannot comfort him. You cannot communicate. You are trapped with your thoughts and the lonely cries of others you can’t see. They circle around and around.
It is dark, you haven’t seen sunlight, in fact what is sunlight? The air is thick with the smell of urine and feces. You lie in it, there is no other choice. No one cleans this place for you.
You have a small plastic bowl, maybe 2cm deep with water. Water that is tainted, dirty. Sometimes they feed you, but its never enough for you and your cell mate.
You’re starving.
Your hair smells putrid. Its matted, the matted hair pull and tear at your flesh, it hurts.
Under the ‘hair’ is hundreds of parasites feeding off you. You try and kill them, but you never win the battle.
Your body is scarred with all the children you have made with your partner. It was not your choice.
Some of your children died, they were too sick and you could not provide the food they needed. You watched them beg you for what you could not give. You feel like a failure.
The ones who survived were taken.
You don’t know where they are. Some were too young, still needed you.
You have lost hope.
You are a dog in a puppy mill.
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