You don’t have to say anything. I already know all of it. I can not personally save every pet on every kill list in every pet slaughterhouse in the country. I am focused on the big picture – systemic change, so that one day there will be no need to scramble every night, making desperate pleas for doomed shelter pets. If we continue to chase their “Just save one more” carrot, we will be forever at the mercy of those who refuse to stop the killing. If we act based upon our emotions without putting careful thought into it, we will end up hurting the ones we seek to protect when we run out of funds, out of foster homes, out of our minds.
I know all of that.
As such, I endeavor to avoid looking at kill lists. I choose not be held hostage by those capable of killing a healthy/treatable pet when lifesaving alternatives exist. I refuse to be kept in their little cage of cruelty, forever running madly on their spinning wheel, begging everyone to just save one more. It’s a form of abuse. Do. Not. Want.
I fail. Sometimes I feel compelled to look. I can’t stop myself. During those weak moments, I suffer. I am ashamed of my failure. I am ashamed to be of the same species as those who would put a needle of death syrup into this dog and call it kindness.