Animals are God's living creatures. They have been created to live on this earth just as humans. Discretion shall perserve thee, understanding shall keep thee. I know I am human, I make mistakes but I learn and grow from them mistakes and try not to repeat them. I can't and I won't hurt nobody at least not on attentionally, because I respect living life. I can't even see someone cry, so I cry with them.
Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding. I find that the more I go out in the world and meet people, the more I love my animals. I find that animals has more of compassion and a heart than humans. Hypertical, humans are animals too. I found that mankind is more aggressive and out of control. Every day you hear somewhere and everwhere there building a new prison, today the prisons in United States are over-crowded, they can't get along but they sure can gripe about the rules and living conditions. I was stern on my children, I am telling like it is, you break a rule, a law, don't coming a knocking and griping, your going to pay the conquences of the choices you make. Even our youngins as young ten years old ends up prison. Our human nature acting like animals. I don't judge anybody for that is not my place..that is between tehm and God...just as many animals are constantly locked up, live in crates, are being use as money baits, those animals has feelings too.
They cry, the feel pain, they want feel belong. Prisoners has advantage though, than puppy mill animals. Prisoners can socialized and interact with one another, they have someone that will communicate with them. Puppies and dogs only hear a human voice and feel a human touch when they are being adopted out. On May 8, 2009, I was looking for another companion, I thought it was the time to add another family member to our family. I had a chihuahua that I rescue from a back yard puppy mill breeder. The lady had a few puppies there and when I went to choose one out, I had the first pick of the litter, the one I chose was the little chihuahua who had a broken tail. I could not take her home yet because the ederly lady and her husband said they were just to young. I told them okay. Every day since the chihuahua's were born I walk up and visit the one I chose. Finally the day came I could take my puppy home. When I got her home, the first thing I did was call a vet. Because she was raised from a back yard puppy mill breeder I wanteed her examin, an have a full physical. Her physical results, she came out fine, she passed every health test. She lived with her broken tail, the vet suggested to cut the tail off, I said No.
Her broken tail was an eye opener for me when I first layed eyes on her. Well, I ended up naming her Queenie, she was queen of our family, at least she thought so and acted like the queen. I trained her myself through the classes I attended, obedience classes and I got her fixed so she can't have no babies but I never left her out of my sight. She was 8 weeks old when I brought her home. I worked with her every day and she was a quick learner, very smart. She was part of our family for 10 to 14 years, she spoil rotten. Queenie came down very ill where the vet could not nothing for her. Queenie was diagnois with cancer, it broke my heart and I felt so helpless because always depend on me to make her feel better but this time I couldn't do nothing, it was out of my hands. She was going down hill real fast so I could not let prolong her suffering. I had to make a choice which it was very emotional decision to make. I took Queenie to see her vet for the last time but only this visit Queenie was coming home with me. I had her put to sleep, she was in so much pain from her cancer, she my best friend, my baby, I could not see her suffer or in pain.