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Words from a gas chamber man in an animal shelter:
This where your surrendered to animal shelters pups will end up, I put dogs in the gas chamber Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living.
Why gas when you can euthanize, you may ask me, grabbing me by the collar. I'll tell you why. It is because it is cost effective - you can kill lots of animals at one go. Euthanized or gassed, the degree of cruelty and blatant loss of life, that by all means can be avoided if us, humans be more responsible.
Let me introduce myself:
I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I'm in my mid thirties, and I 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.
More about my job - I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and make 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 abhors what I have to do.
First off, all you people out there who 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.
Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time would stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around in the animal shelter, 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 of 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. Their tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellies. 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 and hard 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.
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