I work at a locale SPCA ( Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals ) chapter in Southern NJ. People don’t give my fellow coworkers the credit they deserve. We are a shelter organization that is nonprofit, that houses the county’s outcaste pets, as well as those forgotten and abused. We work for minimum wage, and stay at the facility long hours and sometimes into the night, all for the comfort of the animals. Today I write this on Christmas day. I was at the shelter at 6am this morning, cleaning with a crew of 8 people over four hundred cats, dogs, birds, rabbits, snakes, lizards and other various critters. Where were you?

I volunteer most of the time, off the clock cause where always running in the red financially. Being non-profit and all. I sit in the cold at locale rabies clinics. Trying to raise funds to care for the animals and make sure I can get a paycheck every week for the hours I do work on clock. I promote spay and neuter, adoptions as well as low cost micro chipping so maybe on occasion animals that come to us, can find their way back home.

The shelter is my life, I clean, care for and comfort the forgotten pets of society, and treat them like my own children. I have adopted four dogs and three cats as well as various other small animals into my home, each of them having their own story, and sadly were deemed low chance of adoption. Maybe if people adopted more, euthanasia in shelters would become non existent you know? That’s what I strive for. To promote shelters, and get the idea out there.

I am also a euthanasia technician. People blame them for putting down animals, saying how cruel they must be, how heartless. Though they don’t see our hearts breaking every time we draw up the solution. They don’t see us cry over the bodies of the forgotten. A past Christmas present a child outgrew. A cute puppy that was only cute till it hit the chewing stage. The little kitten that now bites after being declawed. Hell I even saw a cat one time given up cause it’s white hair didn’t match the color of the new sofa. It was a black sofa. Go figure the furniture was more important then the living being that they tossed out like trash. That cat spent 10 long years in that home and knew nothing of the world outside. You didn’t have to watch that cat’s heart break, and search for it’s beloved owner day after day…. Wondering what they had done so wrong….

Or the pit bull that waited endlessly at the front gate of the kennel. Looking for it’s master… till it slowly stopped looking and went into a deep depression. Refusing to eat… to drink… to even move. People say we are cruel.

We didn’t put them here. We didn’t forget.

So hence I end my little story. I have probably already wasted your precious time. I saw this on the net and figured I’d give it a shot. I need some cash to help pay for my one dogs back treatment and the medication for my other dogs seizures. 25% of all money earned from this will be donated to the shelter I work for so spread the word on this mooch page. The more money raised, the more the animals get supported!

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