This isn’t the blog post I meant to put up today, but here it is anyway.
Misty, the neighbour’s cat, who would have been twenty this year, died this past week. This is the cat who I singlehandedly nursed back to living after she had a stroke last year, sleeping on the couch with her for a week when the neighbour was away. This is the cat who lived over here most of the time, pretty much only going home to eat, as the neighbour was hardly ever around. This is the cat who had her own set of cat bowls, a special blanket, and a brush for her here.
She didn’t die the peaceful death in her sleep she deserved.
No. She was killed by one of the neighbour’s son’s bullmastiffs. She was so old she’d gone blind and deaf. She didn’t have a hope against a dog I know from personal experience has no business living around people or other animals.
When your dogs are so dangerous you have to put warning signs up everywhere, it’s time to rethink your priorities.
I am fed up with dangerous dog apologists, whose chant of don’t blame the dogs, blame the owners sounds too freaking much like gun apologists’ guns don’t kill people, people kill people. Both are ridiculous statements that get people and animals hurt.
Guns DO kill people, and vicious dogs DO kill people and pets. Just recently a woman here was killed by her own pit bull. And Misty, who this dog had known her whole life, is the latest victim of people picking dogs for penis enhancement instead of pets.