angieluv wrote:
You know this makes me very sad. At the shelter that I volunteer at they just put down a small male rabbit that was just going into adolescence and had begun charging and biting hard when staff attempted to clean his cage. The shelter won't adopt out any animal that bites at all. It is so sad because he would have outgrown it or it would have beenalleviated by neutering.
I hate hearing about things like that...

There are so many animals who could be wonderful companions if the shelters had the time and/or money to spend on them. I used to volunteer at a shelter here, and I still think about one of the dogs who had been there for a while.Fred was an older mixed-breed, probably about 9 or 10, given up by an owner who just didn't want to invest the time in a pet any more. And he was the sweetest dog...he adored people. His only vice was that he didn't get along with other dogs, as he'd never been properly socialized with them. (Actually, many dogs going through the doors of the shelter had that problem;my own dog, who I adopted from there,still has dominant personality struggles with other canines.)
Fred was at the shelter for about 4 or 5 months. He was harder to find a home for because of his age...most people tend to adopt the younger, more active, and prettierdogs.But he was fast becoming a favorite with all of the staff and volunteers. One of the volunteer dogwalkers - an older woman who lived by herself - fell completely in love with him, but she lived in an apartment that didn't allow dogs. She treated him as her own baby though, spoiling him with hugs and kisses and extra long walks. She adored him, and he adored her.
But one day when I went to the shelterFred wasn't there, and I asked if he'd finally found a home (I was actually hoping that the female volunteer who loved him had been able to work something out with her landlord). What they told me, however,was just so heartbreaking. Two days previous, one of the new volunteers decided to take him out for his walk. As she was leaving the building with him, one of the other dogwalkers was entering with another of the shelter's dogs. The two dogs literally ran into each other and the inevitable snarling and snapping took place. But instead of pulling the dogs away, the new girl reached down and put her hand in between the two...and Fred, in an attempt to lunge at the other dog, accidentally bit her hand. She wasn't seriously hurt, but he had broken the skin and drawn blood. And because of this, the shelter's policy of not allowing viscous animals fell into place...Fred was deemed viscous towards humans and was destroyed that evening. Needless to say, we were all beyond upset over hearing this...and the dogwalker who had so taken to him was absolutelydevastated.
Sorry, I didn't mean to go on about this...it's just that it's one of those things one never forgets....and it makes me wish I could help every unwanted, lonely, unloved animal out there...
