I was witness to one animal being put to sleep. His name was Munchie, he had been left in the woods to die by his owner who was a hunter and didn’t feel as though Munchie was good enough to hunt with him anymore. He was found in the woods by another pack of hunters a couple weeks later, close to death, emaciated and sick. He came to me in the last days of his life, he had no teeth, no fat on his bones, no hope in his eyes. For the four days he was with me I spent every moment I could with him, because I knew where he was going to end up. In that trash can. I wanted him to know that someone really did care, someone really does love him. His last day I went in to see him and he wagged his tail for me for the first time.I knew that even though this was his last day live, he had accomplished something, being able to feel love one last time. He was put to sleep later on that day. I was there when he took his last breath. He fought for that last breath. He fought for his life one last time. He didn’t deserve to die, but he also didn’t deserve to live his life in pain, in fear, in a shelter. So maybe the rainbow bridge was what was best for him, but that is not the case with the dog in the story, or the kittens. They deserved to live and they deserve to have someone fight for their lives. Thank you for sharing this story. Thank you in advance for bringing attention to this story.

As an animal lover and New Mexican (granted, Las Cruces is about as far away from me and still be in the same state as possible) it is my moral duty to ensure this precious dog, and all of those like her, will not be forgotten.