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16/10/2005
Kindly murder
This happened some time ago….but have you ever watch an intended pet murder and wonder if it’s the same thing with human beings? Well, ok, it’s not murder. It’s an act of kindness that leads us, human beings, higher intellects to decide to end the life of a lesser being in a humane and painless manner.
This happened in November 2002 (It was recorded in my diary) and the name of the pet is ‘Blacky’. Blacky the dog because he is…well, black. I guess no one in the family (in-law) knew of a better name and left it to the kids to give the pet a name. so, he’s blacky. Blacky is large, massively threatening Labrador + Alsatian. Last I heard, his great-grandfather is of a dangerous breed that killed an old woman here in Malaysia before. Forgive me, I cannot remember the name of the breed.
That morning, in November 2002, I woke up, brushed my teeth and came downstairs expecting char-siew-pow for breakfast. Instead, I met two men in the dining room. They were talking in hush-hush fashion with my father-in-law…the way a private investigator would talk on TV. I came down, stopped mid-step and he lifted his chin and said, “Ask your husband to wake up”.
“What? Why?”
“To dig a hole”
A hole???? As they were pointing outside, I guessed it has something to do with either the lawn or the dog. But I don’t think my father in law was going to dig a hole in the lawn, instead, I decided it was about the dog. They were going to dig a hole for the dog because the two menacing bastards were here to kill the dog that has been scaring off thieves for the last few years. And trust me, Blacky is not fierce, he’s old. But if one did not now him, his ONE SINGLE BARK will make your balls shrivel up in fright. It’s loud.
He never knew he was going to die. He was still biting and trying to eat stone in the garden. The men summoned him up and they both held him with their weight, one man holding the needle. Without warning, they injected the large massive dog with potent chemicals to render him tired. The dog slumped forward onto his chin. I swear it looked as if he was trying to hold his eyelids up!! From the on, he was all meat, skin and tender muscles. The men got off of him and he didn’t even try to move but his eyes were watching. He watched as the men got to their bags, lifted another tube of SOMETHING. Filled their syringe with something and then came over to him.
At this point in time, he was pretty lifeless but he was still alive and watching. They came over, stroked his head comfortingly and then gave him a chin-rub. Touching. It seems as though the moment the second time the needle penetrated his body, he knew what was going to happen. I remember him looking at the ‘perpetrators’, and then looking down at the needle. He leaned his head forward, closed his eyes…and never opened it again.
It was almost like he KNEW.
The reason for putting Blacky down is a humane one. He’s about a hundred and one years old…in dog years, rotting from his butt to his ears, sick every other day, and has worms crawling in and out of his bodily crevices freely and without command. No matter how many times we asked the vet to come over and take a look at him, they would shake their turboned heads at the dog and issue us a sympathetic look that says, ‘Good fucking luck!’.
Blacky was dying of old age. And yet, no matter how humane the act was, it still makes me cringe. We’re murderers. We willingly asked someone to come end the life of a dog. Or me, I did nothing to stop the perpetrators from injecting the vile potion into the veins of that haggard.
But come to think of it. Blacky is probably much happier now. No more worm-filled intestines. No more rotting ears. No more tasteless dog food. No more life on a lease in the park. No more fun-filled but overactive children.
Life is probably better for Blacky on the other side.
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Oh No...I didn't know it happened. Poor Blacky...I think he has his rights to live on but maybe it's for the better.
Posted by: Ann | 18/10/2005
sad, isn't it? till today, i look at old dogs in a very different light. the sufferings. this is the same thing that is with human beings...just waiting for your TIME to just...you know...roll around or something. poor thing.
yeah...maybe it's really for the better. :-(
Posted by: marsha | 18/10/2005
I had to put down my own dog some time back and it still makes me feel very sick. But it was very, very sick, so....there was no other choices. in chinese, they say 'cheet onn sun peen'. :-)
Posted by: kwok | 18/10/2005
Hi Martha. Thanks for stopping by my journal.
I used to work in a vet clinic and it was so hard everytime someone had an animal put down. I usually cried right along with them. At least Blacky won't be in any pain anymore. Those worms had to have been creeping him out.
Posted by: Kathy | 19/10/2005
I know what it's like. Had to call in the vet once to put down our dog. Though I'm not crazy over dogs, still mourned for the poor fella.
Posted by: lydia | 20/10/2005
Really???? I didnt know that!! Blacky died being shot in the butt by two singhs? cool!! :-) Ha ha ha ha....don't take it personally, of course. But poor pup....erm, dog.
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