This was taken from someones journal. If you have a dog or any other pet just imagine what this man is going though. I cant even think about it. If you want me to cut this I will be more then happy.
I am writing to inform you of the appalling events which occured on the morning of Wednesday, July 28, 2004, in the otherwise peaceful neighbourhood known as Marion Bridge, Nova Scotia, on Cape Breton Island.
Two cold-blooded, brutal murders on innocent lives has left the community scratching it's head asking "how could this senseless act of violence happen here in our peaceful part of the world?" This is a somewhat unusual story, but an important one all the same.
This is the catch. No human lives were lost, but many have been deeply affected, including my own.
One of my very best friends, Mark Snook, was the happy owner of two beautiful Labrador Retrievers. Yes - dogs - a beautiful Golden Retriever named Kaluah, and her brother, a black Lab, Vodka. At 7:15 am on the Wednesday just past, Vodka and Kaluah were BOTH SHOT DEAD at the hands of a local lunatic who happens to own a registered firearm, only metres from their home.
One of the innocent pups was shot in the back of the head, meaning that they hopefully died instantly without much suffering. The other was shot in the heign quarters, which means they were left to bleed to death alone in a field far away from their sibling, some time after the psychopath retired to the house to enjoy his morning breakfast. (Is the use of the word "murder" unnecessary or over-dramatic? If one feels it not an accurate depiction, I remind that it's to convey the heart-ache, rage, and disgust of an entire community.)
More than ten hours had passed since the slaying! It was quite normal for the dogs to be gone for an entire day. One of the things they were known for was exploring, as dogs sometimes like to do.
Their owner, my friend Mark - someone I consider a part of my own family - went searching through the small rural neighbourhood for his pets, calling their names as he normally did on a near-daily basis. They were funny characters, friendly and unobtrusive guests, who's company more than 99% of the locals thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated. Going from one door to the next, speaking with his many friends in the community, all had informed the unsuspecting pet-owner that the well-known and well-liked animals had not been seen at all that day.
Finally, at around 5:30 pm, he came to the property across from his own, leaving it until last - thinking if the dogs had been close enough they would have come to the calling of their names, as they normally did.
Finally, he came upon their corpses. One after the other. Spread out on the field - lifeless and already beginning to decay in the afternoon sun - left there to rot by the man who killed them ten hours earlier.
The killer notified nobody. Even though there were people on-hand who could have and who would have rushed them to the vet (only 15 minutes away), possibly saving the life of the one shot in the tail end, the good gentleman chose to remain silent instead!
What must have gone through my friend's mind, I have no idea. Mark is one of my closest friends, and I've tried to imagine it myself, picturing it in my own mind, just because I feel it's so unfair he had to experience this alone. Staring down at what he felt to be two of the most important parts of his life - he considered them family. Imagining how he must have felt as he looked down at not one, but BOTH of his pups - essentially, his family - slain on the ground in front of him, is an image which frankly makes me sick to my stomach, and one which haunts and enrages me!
The reasoning behind the chaos? "They were attacking." RUBBISH! Anyone having the good fortune of 10 seconds of contact with the animals can and will testify to the fact that this is an absolute lie! This is nothing more than a desperate attempt on the part of a local lunatic to cover his own rear before someone takes a rifle to his.
Nothing I can say or do will help with the senseless suffering my friend Mark has been going through. The only thing that could help would be if his dogs were alive again. Obviously, this is impossible.
The only thing left to ensure, is that this murderer not be allowed to get away with what he has done..taken the innocent lives of kind, gentle, loving animals who were unable to defend themselves against the power and might of his 12-gague - gun powder and lead pellets!
As I've said, this makes me feel sick to my stomach. If it makes you feel the same way, I ask and encourage you to do something about it through the use of the following addresses:
(Stamps cost 49 cents. Anyone requiring reimbursement, I encourage you to send receipts for postage/envelopes to me, personally at this address, and you will be refunded in full.)
Letters should be forwarded to the three following addresses (please feel free to send as many as possible...I intend to send one per week until I'm satisfied that the situation has been addressed. Others may not feel as ambitious, and for that - one would understand, of course...):
1.) Cape Breton SPCA
401 East Broadway
2.) Letters To The Editor
Cape Breton Post
255 George St.
P.O. Box 1500
3.) Chronicle Herald: email@example.com
For these sorts of letter, the writer's full name, daytime phone number, and complete address are required in order for a letter to be published (this applies only to the media...letters to SPCA can be longer, and more descriptive as they will not be published..at least I don't think they will.) In most cases, a maximum of 200 words is accepted to media sources.
Please feel free to express your disgust.
Unfortunately, the disapproval of a very large number of people is the only thing authorities will respond to. One dog-owner standing in tears at the police station is not enough to warrant action in the eyes of the powers that be!
I ask for your assistance and immediate attention to this matter! I'm asking you please take a few minutes of your time to draft a letter or two, and send it to the addresses above.
As I said at the beginning, I apologize for the length of the email. Being as far away as I am from my home, my family and friends, this plea to you for help is the only thing I can think to do with myself.
I thank you for your help.
I'm writing to each of you asking for your help in hopes that each email address I've selected represents a recipient who will take some interest in helping with this situation. I'd hate for this to become one of those lost-cause emails people forward all around the world, where nobody actually takes any initiative in resolving some catastrophe that is unique to some obscure internet identity without a face, who lives on the other side of the world. I trust you to use your good judgement when it comes to forwarding this information. I'd hate for this to become something nobody notices or cares about. So please, forward with care.
Again, thank you.