Dogs on Death Row
PLEASE SPARE A THOUGHT FOR THE DOG BEING DESTROYED TOMORROW
Did you know that lost and abandoned dogs picked up by dog wardens and the police and placed in council pounds may only have ONE WEEK TO LIVE!
The pounds are only required to hold lost and abandoned dogs for SEVEN DAYS and on the EIGHTH DAY are entitled to destroy them if they are not reclaimed by owners or taken by rescues.
Dogs end up in pounds through no fault of their own. Some are much loved lost pets or their owners have sadly died; but many are the innocent victims of an uncaring and throwaway society. They are abandoned because they need medical treatment, have been abused, are no longer the cute puppy purchased at Christmas, are victims of marriage break-downs etc etc. Sadly with so many strays being brought in every day, many of these lovely dogs lose their lives simply because there is no kennel space to hold them.
To watch a video of the pound dogs plight please click on the following link, you may find the scenes upsetting. Hopefully watching this video will motivate you to help us, to help them. Please come back to our site and see what you can do to help. Thank you.
This video has been filmed in America, but the British public is unaware that in the UK too, pound dogs are destroyed after just 7 days.
WHAT WE DO
We save 100s of pound dogs from destruction every month. Our dedicated volunteers drive them all over he country in our old worn-out van to find SAFE rescue places with non-destruction policies. If a rescue place cannot be found in time to save the dog’s life, we pay for a temporary boarding place until we can move the dog to rescue.
We are funded solely by donation and 100% of funds are spent on the dogs. We pay for veterinary treatment and all transport and boarding costs. We manage on so little money yet our bills are so high.
Our volunteers brave the imploring eyes, the cries and the weakly wagging tails and still have the heart to do more!
WILL YOU HELP US TO KEEP GOING
People say to us “How can you go into dog pounds and choose which dogs live and which die? Simply – they need us, so we must go. And we do not choose! We take every dog our old van will carry – the old and the young, the wounded and the strong and we work to rebuild their lives.
IF YOU LOST YOUR PET perhaps you might pray that we were there in the pound one week later with a lead, a cuddle and a lift to safety.
Please also help to reduce the massive stray problem in out throw-away society:
DON’T BREED AND BUY WHILST OTHERS DIE
Neuter your pets and offer your homes to rescue dogs. We see the results of irresponsible breeding – young healthy animals, outgrown their puppy cuteness and abandoned waiting to die alone with no-one to cry for them.
We are also working with the pounds trying to improve conditions, ethos, and vaccination and disinfectant procedures. Life in the pound is extremely difficult for a lost dog especially if it has been a much loved pet. Suddenly it is only a number and it is cold and scared and very much at risk. We try to be the voice of that dog finding out as much as we can about it - if it is old, sickly, undernourished or traumatised - and matching it to a sanctuary that can meet its needs. We make every attempt to find owners once we have rescued the dogs just in case microchips etc have been missed at the pound and reunite them with their pets as soon as possible.
PLEASE HELP US TODAY FOR MANY DOGS TOMORROW MAY BE TOO LATE!
Just a Staffy Cross.
Today is just another day - to me they're all the same
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the "Staffy" shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there's thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you'll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was "just a Staffy", my father - well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of "moving on" unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I'd make you look more tough
But you'll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I'm no longer worth a dime
The retail on an adult staff - not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, "Where is that Staffy now?"
The "Staffy" has another name; he's become a "stray" somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup
As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh
I'm sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.
Bye Baby
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I'm bad
No more growling belly from the meals I never had
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry
No more complaing neighbours about the noise when I cry
No more hearing 'shut up', 'get down' 'get out of here'
No more feeling disliked only peace is in the air
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can't see
Why I was ever born, if I weren't meant to be
My last day of living was the best I ever had
Someone held me very close, I could see she was so sad
I kissed the lady's face and she hugged me as she cried
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and.....
died.
last year 7,743 dogs in the Uk were destroyed in pounds. RIP little ones
