A Job To Hate

I found this on another forum, and tho it was hard to read, and completely "affected" me, I'm posting it because THIS hated job has become a necessity, due to so much irresponsibleness...

As mentioned, it's a tough read....

Just a reminder, spay and neuter your animals if you've no intention of breeding.......................please ...............................

I could not do this job...



I put dogs in the gas chamber

Reply to: comm-194857878@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-08-16, 12:03PM EDT


Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living.
I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina.
I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.
There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education.
I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am.
I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer.
I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags.
But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.
First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell.
Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer.
I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas.
I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man.
The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.
Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night.
Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken.
I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.
So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages.
I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food.
My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.
They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it.
There tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellys.
They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy.
They go back to their food, and come back to us.
All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs..
They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace.
My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us.
They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other.
Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.
I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name.
They will not die without a name.
I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch.
I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.
Some tilt their heads to try to understand.
I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.
I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.
After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins.
Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die.
I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me.
As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog
is smiling at us and them don't even move their heads.
They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.
As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.
We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box.
The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.
As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.
We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.
Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.
My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.
We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.
They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.
I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian.
After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.
It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.
I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don't eat, I can't eat.
It's now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.
I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear.
They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box.
The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas.
He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job.
I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs.
He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.
I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did.
In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals.
I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I
pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick.
So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements.
I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.
They are in heaven now, I tell myself.
I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals.
The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!
So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.
As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs.
I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate.
This is my life.
Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough
acwgz1966@yahoo.com

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yes,,that is definatly sad,,,there are plenty of pounds that still use the gas chambers,,there are ways to shut them down,,they are considered IMO cruel punishment,,,some certainly do not obey by the laws of their usage either,,by mixing species and putting intact males together so they fight to the end,,throwing in puppies and kittens with adult dogs,,its not a nice way to die

 

I also received this email in another forum. It is so hard to read.

 

Thank you for posting that Suki. It's so easy and convenient for people to ignore this issue. The pet overpopluation dilema is a NATIONAL EPIDEMIC and people don't get it because they've never been to a shelter, volunteered their time or listened to people like this man.

Someone has to clean up the mess of all the irresponsible owners and it's not pretty.

The shelter I worked at used the chamber up until just a few years ago. It is not necissarily less humane than lethal injection. Our shelter did not over stuff the chamber and animals were not mixed. Injection can go either way, it depends on the animal, the mixture of drugs and how it is injected. There is NO 100% humane way to kill something, injection, gas, whatever, it's never always a soft " going to sleep ", especially with aggressive animals. It's really odd, because he is 100% correct that the animals just KNOW what your intentions are when you have to do the deed. At least they go to a good place where they will never suffer again.

 

Im sorry if this sounds ignorant, but this is the truth? I dont live in the US, so I really dont know. There is shelters that gas animals to death? they just put dogs,pups,cats and kittens together ?

 

Wow, you know I never blamed the people for doing their jobs, but I also never looked at this through their eyes. Thank you for sharing this Suki. People need to read this. If I may, I would like to post this elsewhere to get the message out.

 

Well. I got the answer. I was thinking allot when I was supposed to be typing!

 

Mandate spay and nueter? ......No I dont think so, at that point he can suck it up and DO his JOB!

This guy dont make me feel quilty for nothin...should try cleaning up after those poor animals instead of letting them sit in thier own shit desiese infested run.

Omitts that he has a catch and release program, oh he's on the sly as they dont keep tabs on cats.....You gotta be F$CKIN KIDDING ME!!!!

Whats this guy doing for the APBT? (gamedog) put this dude out of a job!

Edit: This guy is gonna piss and moan, he should be thankful that hes not required to hone his cardiac stick technique.

This dude pisses me off!!!

 

i didn't read the top because i figure i know what it says,,,lol,,,, but i wanted to see what simms had to say,,,lol


okay i read it ,,,, sick ,,,should throw him and his boss in there and gas em

 

Oh Yeah! I can feel the love now.....ppl shootin daggers at me from behind those keyboards.

Guy claims that he and his coworker spend 50$ a week in fast food for these animals.....BULLSHIT!

Apparantly they dont relize how far 50$ in feed (cheap feed) will go....

 

f@ckers like that don't give a shit bout nothing but being in authority,,,, so they can be the big man when they pick your dogs up,,,,i bet he spends 50 a week,,,hell at one point he says theres not any jobs,, thats why he does it,,
i have no symphany for someone that does it and yes i hope he can't sleep,,,fore has he don't need to,


yea i feel the love also,,,,lol

 

Does anyone here think they could do that job? Even if it was like a 30,000$ or more a year Job?

 

i'll do what i need to do with mine,,,, my mess i make,,,but oh hell no,,, i do believe in god there misterdogman and no i don't feel like getting roasted for sh1t like that,,,i mean i'm not a church goer but something wrong with those type folks,,,something missin

 

Absolutly, I could do this job!

Whats worse to prolong suffering or to afford an animal its dignity and end all suffering.

They dont handle their job correctly.....they could change the method,their public plea is gonna do nothing for those animals anytime soon.

That person is not suited for that type of employment....

I hope the director getts wind of this and putts this guy on the move....to the unemployment line.

 

He admits what he is doing is wrong, I dont think he was looking for our sympathy, maybe just another point of view. Take it easy guys, honestly, could any of us really do this job? Probably not. I mean someone has to do it, right? We dont know him from Adam, so lets not be judgemental. Give him a break, its not his fault.

 

i knew you had a loose marble somewhere,,,,,lol,,, no pun intended,,,

 

Yeah, Im a tech....LOL

 

IMO, it would take one very emotionally strong individual to do a job like that and not have it affect you mentally some how.

Either that, or I'm too soft...:confused:

I imagine, and agree, if that guy thought his job was that inhumane, he wouldn't, (and shouldn't) be doing it. Almost anyone can get a job at McDonalds, but,

what I got out of it was that he was feeling bad for the animals, for their emminent "fate" and tried to make their last hours happier.
And that basically it sux that he, (or anyone for that matter) is expected, as part of their job procedure to end their lives, when this could have ALL been prevented by means of controlling your pets.
Basically, that he's the one, and yes, by his own choice, to be the "clean up" guy.

Just my interpretation.

 

go for it!!!

 

Suki,
I didnt say that this particular job isnt tough.