Today I met a dog who had freed himself. He had snapped the link binding his collar to a ground leash. He was lovely, sweet, and playing with my dog, Riko. But he had zero tags.
I tried to do the right thing. I tailed him, let him and Riko play, and as they did I called every animal "help" organization in Butler, Pennsylvania. Not a single one answered.
Finally, I called the police. They told me there were "no beds" for that dog and they couldn't do anything at all. Then they asked the question that broke me: "Are you willing to care for the dog?"
With what money? I told him. I'd literally just paid the City of Butler $1.50—every penny I had—to take a bus to a transfer just to run a basic errand. I have zero dollars. I am homeless. I cannot help myself, let alone a dog the City of Butler can't be bothered to budget for.
I have the will, but no means. Butler has the means, but no will.
A city must ever turn its face toward its god. For Butler, that god is Money. You see it in how they recently severed their bus system from Pittsburgh’s to hoard fare revenue, stranding people like me for an hour at a time (whenever a bus "decides" not to come). You see it in how they leave living beings to suffer because saving them doesn't turn a profit.
The dog I was forced to leave behind was a Pit Bull. He had healed scar tissue around his muzzle. I'm no precog, but I know what happens to stray pits with muzzle scars. I am disgusted with a world that forces those of us who want to help to stand by helplessly because we are broke, while the institutions meant to help protect only their wallets.
Y'all could make me feel a little better about the world by giving me more power to have an effect on it. Because I really fucking wish I could've kept that sweet dog instead of leaving him to die.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/ellis-emergency-fund
http://cash.app/$CeruleanArc
https://venmo.com/joanburgos
#MutualAid #ButlerPA #AnimalWelfare #SystemicFailure #Poverty #Agoraphobia #PitBull #Capitalism #Disability #AuDHD
P.S. No picture. I was horribly harried while hopelessly hustling help and hewing my head over the horrendous hindsight that I could do haught for the hapless hound.
P.P.S. Sorry. I alliterate when I'm upset.
P.P.P.S. Why do I have agoraphobia? This. This is fucking why I have agoraphobia. Some bad shit is ALWAYS happening, and I'm somehow the only one that ever seems to notice or care, and it's EXHAUSTING. 😭
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