here's sth 2 share... was totally pissed off with the cruel owners aft readin tis... they r NOT even fit 2 b perceived as human... whr had all their feelings n sympathy go 2?? dogs r innocent de lor... they r even betta than us... at least they cherish relationship wif their owners, even though u treat them bad they aso wun bear grudges n hate u 4ever, they r alwas there 2 b ur listening ears, there 4 u 2 shower them wif love n concern... they hav feelings de lor, no diff frm us, jus tat they cant tok... its A LIFE lor.... reali dun understand y these ple can b so heartless 2 a life...
SHAME ON THEM!!! BASTARDS!!
i cant stand dogs or cats abusers.... nt a single bit even though i dun like cats.... if onli i rule the world, i shall torture those abusers 100 times more than the way they torture their pets.... shall make them noe wat isit like 2 b in the helpless situation like the poor dogs... singapore shd implement a law 4 these NO FEELINGS CREATURES... shd jail them 4ever n gif them 1 caning a day n make them wak up... bt even all these punishments aso cant make up 4 those poor dogs n cats....
The darkness surround me in this cold and dank place. This used to be my home, a place where I used to have a semblence of life. This is still the same place, but in place of humans, I now have rats and other insects , where there were plants, there is now weeds and overgrown grass. I woke up one morning and everything and everyone was gone. I waited patiently by the gate, from dusk till dawn, hoping that my family will show up. Maybe they went for a short holiday? Maybe they went for a shopping spree? Many days passed and the waiting became a mindless, numbing void of darkness, but still I did not give up hope. The rumblings in my stomach sounded defeaning in the deathly silence of the house, and the fleas that infest me make their home in my infected body as my body broke down. As time went by, I see the plants wither and die, and so too, my spirit withered and died, now I just wait for death to come take me from my anguish and pain...
We first received a call in late Jan 06 from a man named Harry that there was a dog at an abandoned house near his house. Clarifying if it was a stray dog that was seeking temporary refuge, Harry wasn't sure and said the dog was 'quite skinny'. We requested for some photos and asked that the dog be given food and water.
Sheila-when we 1st found her
It was about a week or so later that we first received the photos. 'Quite skinny' was a gross understatement. The dog was a small terrier, and she was a living skeleton with her ravaged skin clinging to her skeletal frame. There was almost no hair left and she had large areas of blackish and hardened skin - signs of advanced skin infections which were not cared for.
At the site, we found the gate locked. The poor dog was so weak she could hardly stand or walk, but she gamely stumbled to the gate where we had slipped food underneath, and she devoured it in seconds. She would not come to us but quickly stumbled back into the darkness of the abandoned house. It was obvious that she had lived there and that the family left her behind when they moved out. A check with the neighbours confirmed our suspicions that the owner or tenant had a dog the time he stayed there but had vacated the place for more than 6 months and only came back occasionally, like once a week.
We knew we would have to get the dog out. Even if she didn't starve to death, her skin infection will probably kill her. Over the next few nights, Harry determinedly tried to lure the dog out without success, but after a few nights, he finally managed to get her out and we quickly brought her into a stable foster environment.
At first contact, we could see she was terrified from her big brown eyes, but she was too weak to struggle or care. There was no life in her eyes... It was as though she didn't care what happened to her anymore... We spent 2 hours getting rid of the hundreds of fleas infesting her and we gave her a bath, it was so heart wrenching because we could feel evey single bone in her body and the shampoo could not even lather because of her thin skin.
At the vet, she had a full blood test done and her skin and open sores treated. She weighed a paltry 5.8 kgs as compared to a healthy 8-9 kgs for a dog of her size. The vet thinks she is about 8-10 years old, but her body is still strong and the test results did not show any abnormal results. We named her Sheila because of her sweet souful eyes and her quiet and gentle demeanour. All this time, there was no wag in her tail and no life in her eyes, and she was content to just curl up in a ball on her towel and sleep the day away. Hopefully, the nightmares have ended for her..
Looking forward, we will still need to have her put on more weight and strength so that she can start to stand and walk normally and to have her skin problems under control with medication and supplements, and plenty of that that miracle cure called love...
They say you could have it all one day and lose it all the next, but I never believed in that. I lived a life of luxury, pampered to death when I was a puppy because I was so cute and I was born a pedigree, a status worth a lot of money, so they say. And so I took my life for granted, never had a care in the world, barked when I wanted something, always got what I wanted, had everyone at my paw tips. As I got older, I noticed that things started to change, now when I barked for attention, they put me in a cage and ignored me. The children started playing with other toys and lost interest in me, I was now like an old toy, forgotten and ready to be thrown away. As the months and years passed, they cared less and less and I soon developed skin problems. My family looked at me and shook their heads... I was now a liability, not worth the money to send to the vet, no time to care for an old dog and too much effort, more important things to do like going shopping and buying new things... That Christmas day, I watched from my cage as they opened their presents and had a huge turkey for dinner. I barked but they ignored me or couldn't hear me, for they had placed me far away because I smelt funny from my skin infections, too ashamed to show me anymore, not hygenic because I smell. Late that night, they came and took me into the car. My heart beat with anticipation that they were bringing me to see the lights of Christmas. They stopped at a dark winding road, and got off with me. Curious and excited, I sniffed around hoping to find my present, but alas as I turned around, they were all gone... and the darkness closed upon me. As I looked up, the night sky twinkled in the distance, and as I looked ahead, two very bright lights came hurtling towards me, could this be the twinkling lights of Christmas, or the angels that come to deliver me?
Those lights that Pammy first chanced upon was a car bearing down on her. She had been cruelly and heartlessly abandoned at Portsdown Road in the wee hours of midnight on Dec 26, 2005. Fortunately for her, the driver of the car was not a reckless person nor one who had the mindset that running over animals was alright. The car came to a screeching halt and it was truly divine providence that the driver was none other than one of our fosterers, Alfred. In the dim street lights, he couldn't see her very well, but he could smell the strong stench emanating from her body. It was only when he brought her home did he realized she was a Shih Tzu and the extent of her condition was horrifying : About 60% - 70% of her body was covered with red, raw angry sores, all wet with discharge, with a terrible stench. The hair had all fallen off in those areas, and elsewhere, the fur was all matted with blood, pus and discharge. It was obvious her condition had not been treated for some period of time. She was estimated to be at least 5 years or older.
After Alfred told us the next day about his 'christmas present', we hastily arranged for a vet visit. Unfortunately the vet that we went to wasn't very keen on treating her, preferring the option of putting her down. Of course we put her in perspective and she reluctantly treated her. (sidenote : this vet suffers from what we call compassion fatigue and in our opinion should retire permanently). Despite her ordeal and near death experience, Pammy still loved to be around humans. Her tail goes round in circles and she starts snorting (due to her short and distended snout, which is a genetic flaw of Shih Tzus) whenever she sees Alfred and Roger, his roomate.
With their heavy schedule and effort required to look after their dogs and another ASD skin problem dog, Pammy added to their burden and we tried desperately to look for alternative fosterers. Few replied and the even fewer that went to take a look at Pammy just gave a sheepish grin. But Alfred and Roger soldiered on, faithfully bathing her with the medicated bath every 4 days, and Pammy on her part, dutifully took her medication and bath without fuss.
We are confident that with all the help and love that she is receiving, Pammy will recover fully and be a wonderful addition to any sincere family
Life is cheap ... Born without fanfare into this world, most of these homeless creatures leave in the same way, though some would suffer before they experience eternal bliss, a life not of this earth.
When someone dies from a car accident, it is known as a tragedy, but when a stray dog gets hit by a car, they call it roadkill ... an accepted norm in a civillized society who presumes the ignorance of animals.
And so judgement day came upon Marky one fateful night at Loyang Ave when he saw not the light of paradise beckoning but the headlights of a car who smashed into him and dragged him under.
He screamed as metal cut into his right arm and dug deep across his chest. The wheels hit his left hind leg and crushed the head of his femur bone. The pain must have been excruciating.
Three other cars whizzed by, one narrowly missed Marky as he ran to the bushes of the road divider, dragging his sagging hind quarters. He was in shock.
It was not until five hours later that Marky's plight was made known to the relevant people....and twenty hours later that another kind hearted soul found him shivering in the bushes near the factory and took him to the vet. His wounds were found to be rather deep: they received several stitches.
The operation of his hind leg took place a few days later. Despite his pain, he never once tried to snap at the vet nor the helpers at the clinic. He could even wag his tail and tried to stand and walk even before the operation took place.
A very good natured and brave puppy indeed. And so he was aptly named Markarios, meaning 'blessed' in Greek; Blessed not because of his accident but by the fact that someone witnessed the accident and called for help.
Though above articles doesnt show the direct abuse on the dog bt leavin him 2 rot n die is aso an abuse lor... so pls, parents of whoever, pls dun buy or adpot a dog jus bcos ur kids wan him or u find him cute at tat moment... ur kids duno, bt dun tell mi u as the parent aso nt sensible enuf 2 tink???
PLS DUN BUY A DOG ON IMPULSE!!!
having a dog is nt jus makin sure he gt food 2 eat, water 2 drink n a place 2 stay... btw its nt jus food or water or a place... it means edible n healthy food, clean n drinkable water n a decent clean place 2 slp... n its much much more... u aso nd 2 make sure u hav time 4 him n able 2 make the commitment 4 at least 10 yrs n above... u nd 2 allocate time 4 him, gif him ur attention at all times, play wif him, bathe for him, shower him wif lotsss of love n care, nv get sick of him esp when he grows old, bring him 4 regular checkup n most importantly, money is an issue... havin a dog is nt cheap... the food they eat costs much more than ours... u nd 2 make sure, u can hav enuf money 4 them....
so pls ple, dun buy a dog on impulse... it reali hurts mi badly 2 c more n more dogs being abandoned by their owners or being abused... i reali wish i could adopt all of them bt there's alwas a limit... so pls help spread tis ard n help do our parts... remind ur frens nt 2 buy a dog on impulse n help make donation 2 the ASD if possible, cos tat will b doin urself a gd deed aso.... if u do see stray dogs or dogs tat seem 2 b lost outside or injured, call the ASD (9259 0698)..
Thanks~
their love... their little touch... is something that money can never buy
here's sth else 2 share.... it boils my blood aft i read it... cant believe such ting exists.... still call themselves as VET... shd call themselves as BASTARD... dun claim 2 b a dog lover if u r nt... ask urself if u r fit 2 b called as dog lover 1st....
The darkness surround me in this cold and dank place. This used to be my home, a place where I used to have a semblence of life. This is still the same place, but in place of humans, I now have rats and other insects , where there were plants, there is now weeds and overgrown grass. I woke up one morning and everything and everyone was gone. I waited patiently by the gate, from dusk till dawn, hoping that my family will show up. Maybe they went for a short holiday? Maybe they went for a shopping spree? Many days passed and the waiting became a mindless, numbing void of darkness, but still I did not give up hope. The rumblings in my stomach sounded defeaning in the deathly silence of the house, and the fleas that infest me make their home in my infected body as my body broke down. As time went by, I see the plants wither and die, and so too, my spirit withered and died, now I just wait for death to come take me from my anguish and pain... 
