ABUSE
Animal Abuse
by Ruby Coulton
It happens every day; animal abuse, society lets it happen.
It’s not easy being less significant than everyone else.
Always being a second priority. Watching the world go by, you haven’t the slightest clue what these people are saying or doing. You give all your love to only receive neglect and mistreatment in return. Trying to love with all your heart but getting nothing but abuse. I’m scared to love again-scared to get my bones broken. |
Being separated from all the family you have.
have you seen my mum? Alone. I think she looks like me… Scared. Maybe she doesn’t. Lost. I can’t remember. Hand-picked at only six weeks old. Those foolish people only want the purest of breeds. The ones bred for success, almost perfection. |
Taken home with a man, a scary man.
He used to yell at me.
I tried to give him all my love, but sometimes I got too excited and I would wee on the carpet.
He didn’t like that.
This was a long time ago.
I try not to think about it.
After that I was on my own, trying to avoid the people who would do me harm.
He used to yell at me.
I tried to give him all my love, but sometimes I got too excited and I would wee on the carpet.
He didn’t like that.
This was a long time ago.
I try not to think about it.
After that I was on my own, trying to avoid the people who would do me harm.
Out in the world by myself for a long time, I was eating out of garbage bins and living on cardboard boxes.
I was wandering around looking for food when I could hear someone behind me. This day I remember It was particularly cold, it was quiet and gloomy. It was a man. He had a grotesque stature and big bulging hands. The smell of alcohol wafted through the air. I could hear him breathing heavily, he was approaching me. I started running. He gave chase. |
I couldn't keep up with him, he grabbed me and threw me into his car, it was damp and itchy.
It was so dark I couldn't even see my own paws, there were no windows.
I was jolted and rocked an awful lot.
I blacked out.
I woke up to water being thrown into my face.
The man pulled me out of the hatchback by the neck and tied me up in front of a dripping crevasse that smelt like mouldy dog biscuits.
It was so dark I couldn't even see my own paws, there were no windows.
I was jolted and rocked an awful lot.
I blacked out.
I woke up to water being thrown into my face.
The man pulled me out of the hatchback by the neck and tied me up in front of a dripping crevasse that smelt like mouldy dog biscuits.
His yard was forsaken and desolate.
My mind stood still: not sure what to think.
Was he going to treat me nicely or horribly?
Nothing for me to play with, not a toy in sight.
The only thing I could chase was my tail but - I was chained to a tree.
I was left there for two days, no food or water.
I could feel my insides turning.
I started eating the grass to satisfy my hunger.
The man didn't like that.
He came outside and belted me with a telephone book again and again until I couldn't feel my back.
My mind stood still: not sure what to think.
Was he going to treat me nicely or horribly?
Nothing for me to play with, not a toy in sight.
The only thing I could chase was my tail but - I was chained to a tree.
I was left there for two days, no food or water.
I could feel my insides turning.
I started eating the grass to satisfy my hunger.
The man didn't like that.
He came outside and belted me with a telephone book again and again until I couldn't feel my back.
This was no way to treat a living being especially when all I had was love to give.
I sat there for the next three days trying to plot how I could escape.
I attempted to bite through the lead but it was reinforced with a strong cording.
With the lead in my mouth and sorrow in my heart.
I heard loud grudging footsteps approaching from inside.
He was back.
Back for me.
He looked me dead in the eyes and called me a "mutt".
Next thing I knew a brick was being hurled at my face.
Got me straight in the eye.
Everything went black.
I sat there for the next three days trying to plot how I could escape.
I attempted to bite through the lead but it was reinforced with a strong cording.
With the lead in my mouth and sorrow in my heart.
I heard loud grudging footsteps approaching from inside.
He was back.
Back for me.
He looked me dead in the eyes and called me a "mutt".
Next thing I knew a brick was being hurled at my face.
Got me straight in the eye.
Everything went black.
After that, he doubled down on the ropes to make sure I wouldn't escape.
Almost three months have gone by and I am still trapped in this hell hole.
The man comes out every day and 'checks on me'.
But he doesn't check on me, he just picks a place on my body and swings at me with a bat.
I guess he gets a kick out of punishing animals.
Must make him feel all powerful.
Almost three months have gone by and I am still trapped in this hell hole.
The man comes out every day and 'checks on me'.
But he doesn't check on me, he just picks a place on my body and swings at me with a bat.
I guess he gets a kick out of punishing animals.
Must make him feel all powerful.
By this point, two of my legs are broken and I have lost all my sight.
Every day I can hear people walking past, I know they can see me but they choose not to do anything about it.
Isn't that sad?
Witnessing something that vulgar happening but choosing to let it happen anyway.
Because the solution to the problem is too conflicting.
Maybe they are too busy to help, their minds occupied elsewhere.
Fearful and anxious about what tomorrow has in store for me.
I decide to take a stand.
I start rocking around on my chain and chomping all the grass in sight.
I bark and bark until I hear the screen door open.
He's coming.
Outside.
He stomps boorishly towards me and belts me over the head but this time something isn't the same.
He stops in front of me and I hear a click.
Then another click.
I hear a bang.
Next thing I know, I'm on the ground and all the air is snatched from my lungs.
This is it, I'm done for.
Every day I can hear people walking past, I know they can see me but they choose not to do anything about it.
Isn't that sad?
Witnessing something that vulgar happening but choosing to let it happen anyway.
Because the solution to the problem is too conflicting.
Maybe they are too busy to help, their minds occupied elsewhere.
Fearful and anxious about what tomorrow has in store for me.
I decide to take a stand.
I start rocking around on my chain and chomping all the grass in sight.
I bark and bark until I hear the screen door open.
He's coming.
Outside.
He stomps boorishly towards me and belts me over the head but this time something isn't the same.
He stops in front of me and I hear a click.
Then another click.
I hear a bang.
Next thing I know, I'm on the ground and all the air is snatched from my lungs.
This is it, I'm done for.
Suddenly everything faded into white noise, I felt myself drifting towards a white light.
This wasn't too bad, it's better than coping with the pain.
Look at them, they get off easy, walk away with blood on their hands and testosterone pumping through their veins.
I didn't get off that easy.
This wasn't too bad, it's better than coping with the pain.
Look at them, they get off easy, walk away with blood on their hands and testosterone pumping through their veins.
I didn't get off that easy.