Euthanize me

Euthanize me.

Is that what the puppies are saying? I wonder because I’ve never heard them talk. Have you?

I love how all these good-for-nothing shelters “euthanize” dogs. Let me tell you something about euthanasia: it’s painless killing when there is no other option. That means an incurable disease. If you have a dog at a shelter for five months and you put it down, that’s not euthanasia. That’s murder. And our society is full of murderers.
Two weeks ago I had to quit the refuge where I was volunteering. I had been gullible enough to believe that they were a no-kill shelter. But when I went for a training to walk dogs that had certain behavior issues—biting, chewing their leash, etc.—I found out that they kill their animals and it’s not only when they have a disease but when they get too aggressive. There was a dog that had been adopted and he bit five people, so this shelter—one of the most “reputable” in New York—put him down.
They tried to explain to me what a terrible quality of life the dogs have at a shelter. But I know nothing of dog heaven, so I’d rather keep a dog alive hoping that a good soul will eventually adopt him. That is, unless the dog, mature and tired turned to me and said, “Euthanize me, please.” No, I’d probably just take him to therapy.