Re: Dogs
Posted: November 13 17, 2:56 pm
That's a good lookin' dog. I approve.
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The gas chamber was about the size of a large washing machine, and Quentin, an auburn-colored basenji mix with pointy ears, was locked inside with seven other dogs.
The morning of Aug. 4, 2003, started like any other at the St. Louis Animal Control pound, which had been killing six to eight dogs every day, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch reported at the time. First, employees tranquilized 1-year-old Quentin and the other dogs awaiting the chamber. They ushered the dogs inside the airtight box and shut the door. Then, for 15 minutes, they pumped in poisonous carbon monoxide.
But when employee Rosemary Ficken opened the door again, she found something startling: Quentin, staring back at her and wagging his tail — surrounded by dead dogs.
She had never seen anything like it in her 15 years of killing unwanted pets at the city pound, she told the Post-Dispatch. He came out of the gas chamber “walking around like he was a little bit drunk,” while she thought about what to do next. She decided she couldn’t shut the door on him again.
“This dog has a will to live,” she told Post-Dispatch, “and there’s got to be someone out there who’s meant to have him.”
That someone was Randy Grim, the animal welfare advocate and founder of Stray Rescue of St. Louis, who with Quentin, the “miracle dog,” would go on to campaign in a nationwide movement against the use of gas chambers to kill animals.
On Sunday, Grim announced in an emotional post on Stray Rescue that Quentin, long known as the “spokesdog” for pets on death row, died after a stroke. Grim remembered Quentin for his role as a catalyst in the no-kill movement, saying, “Quentin has done more for animal welfare than any human ever could.”
15 years is a great run, but that doesn't really help. It comes for us all, eventually. You've been a great owner and friend to your dog and hope you get to make the most of the time you have left.Freed Roger wrote:the Big Galoot is 15+ years old. been diagnosed for a while with the dog version of ALS. He still is a great dog, even though a mere shadow of his Galooty old studly self. some forgetful / dementia and wakes us/me up at all hours of night to go outside(and come back in, and go back out. Fortunately, we are generally in a place to absorb some lost sleep.
everytime i am packing for camping, he is obligated to put himself in the mix of the pile to tag along. Wish it could work.
Future decisions will be.tough, but he still is a good pal and happy stumbling old dude willing to pose again for another Purina superhappy gravy train Go Cardinals poster
Didn't make a GRB announcement, but we put the Big Galoot down in late summer. He made the decision easier on us, stopped eating and drinking suddenly. A couple years ago we adopted a crazy pair- terrier Chihuauha siblings - they kind of kept Big Galoot going. Several times over the last years I thought, this is it with his failing legs, but then he'd rebound and adapt. He went from being an alpha stud dog to being content to hang out lounging stud dog. To the end he demanded a romp arund the woods on his wobbly legs with labored breathing. He couldn't run down critters, but he always managed to find something out there to eat. He knew how to forage and would find a cache. The two little dogs would be confused, how he did it.thrill wrote:15 years is a great run, but that doesn't really help. It comes for us all, eventually. You've been a great owner and friend to your dog and hope you get to make the most of the time you have left.Freed Roger wrote:the Big Galoot is 15+ years old. been diagnosed for a while with the dog version of ALS. He still is a great dog, even though a mere shadow of his Galooty old studly self. some forgetful / dementia and wakes us/me up at all hours of night to go outside(and come back in, and go back out. Fortunately, we are generally in a place to absorb some lost sleep.
everytime i am packing for camping, he is obligated to put himself in the mix of the pile to tag along. Wish it could work.
Future decisions will be.tough, but he still is a good pal and happy stumbling old dude willing to pose again for another Purina superhappy gravy train Go Cardinals poster
I assume you live alone. You seem way too busy to give a puppy or a dog the attention it deserves. Keep that in mind...tlombard wrote:I am playing in a kickball tournament to benefit an animal rescue foundation (can't remember which one). Some friends of mine are putting it on in memory of a girl they played kickball with who passed this last summer and she did a lot of work with this foundation so they want to raise money in her memory. I recently found out that as part of the event they will be bringing in adoptable puppies to play with all day. Drinking around adoptable puppies is probably not a good idea for me. I am going to have to be really careful to not walk away with a new puppy.