Have had cats die, a dog run over (the dog, a dobermann ish kinda bugger, she was just being left to roam the streets and fend for herself, kicked out all day every day, when I was a little kid, so I pretty much befriended her and stole her from her previous socalled owners. She was thin, all skin and bones when I met her, and I just thought fuck that, its either I do this by stealth and take her in, or I follow her back to the house she was attached to, and I arrive with a pickaxe in hand, knives in my belt and several bottles full of concentrated sulfuric acid with explosive charges strapped to the side. Because if I'd have met those responsible for treating the poor dog like that, even at pre-teen age, I would have gone ballistic, and I don't think I'd have had the selfcontrol at that age not to have executed the fucks responsible. I wouldn't have known when to stop, and I wouldn't have had a hope in hell of constraining my rage and fury. So it had to be a quieter but baldfaced dog-jacking)
I'm REALLY not a dog person. But I am an animal lover, and one thing I really, really won't ever stand for, is animal neglect, cruelty, experimentation, sadism. All things that would result in the red mist coming down and me cutting loose with some serious ass breaking. Unfortunately Sasha was killed by a car, after being rehabilitated and loved in my care.
A cat, slow illness, couldn't eat, kept vomiting, eventually died.
And a brood of widow spiders. A mother, who had just laid two and hatched one of her egg sacks of spiderlings, hundreds, of little tiny baby widows, a pig raid, they were warned of the spiders, as the mother is more than capable of delivering a bite with a helluvapunch, and it was obvious that the container that housed my wee girl and her babies, COULDN'T have held any contraband, it was too open, shallow in plan with everything visible, no physical space to hide anything.
I get released. Then I find the enclosure moved. Down a flight of stairs. On top of the microwave. The watersource dessicated, moss bone dry, when it was not, when I was kidnapped by the filth. I put one and one together and make two. In other words. They murdered my pets. They murdered the babies of my pets, each and every last one. Even the unhatched egg sack, dessicated and shrivelled. I know what those fucking porcine donut munching babyfucker bastards did. They MICROWAVED my pets to death, just to make me suffer personally when they knew they hadn't a hope in hell of charging me and hadn't found anything they didn't already know was in the house, and nothing illegal found. Arrested me anyway, knowing this, and that they could only hold me and make me suffer, deny me access to my rx medication, which I need to keep in one piece, such as antiseizure meds, pain meds, adrenolytics.. and generally do all they can to stick the knife in and twist it.
But seriously...what the fuck. What kind of a filthy, vile, unforgivable and irredeemable piece of stinking shit puts a person's defenceless animal companions in a microwave and roasts them alive then leaves the pet's home on top of the MW to make sure I knew exactly what was done, to say 'fuck you you autistic fucking spastic' (and yes, I've been called a fucking spacker under a pig's foul breath too, during another illegal raid of their vendetta.), what sort of cocksucking rat fuck piece of shit uses a microwave to burn pets to death.
And wild animals...have been at a train stn at night, where I found a rat, that had obviously been poisoned, and was suffering slowly and agonizingly, bleeding out over days. I couldn't let that happen. Couldn't cure the rat, I had no vitamin K to give it, and I couldn't get it fast enough to do any good. So I found myself having to check for witnesses, draw a pistol, put it between the eyes of the rat, and administer the one remaining act of humanity and mercy left to the rat, with a bullet through the head, needless to say, killing the rat instantaneously. I pulled that trigger, and had to watch the rat's head explode, and its torso be ripped to shreds as the hollowpoint round reduced the rat's front half to a slurry of gore and bone fragments.
And another rat. This one already dead. Didn't see it, unfortunately. I heard it. After I stepped on it, and its semiputrescent partially liquefied body squirted a long ropey coil of stringy pallid white necrotized rat intestines like a bloody kid's party whistle being blown, only making a 'sshpllliikkhhhrrrrnngghhrrhhffklll' noise, as the intestines came out as the heel of my boot crushed the rat's body squirting first intestines then a streaming jet of mixed dark gore and sickly, yellowish brownish green, blood-streaked pus, as ribs were heard cracking, spine snapping and little rat leg bones breaking.
I am so glad the rat was dead. If I'd have heard it go 'squeak' first that would have been...just something nobody ought to have to hear.
