Dog viciously killed in hunter trap: please protest traps, sample letter
Please read the message below and please, please, please contact the officials.
My friend, Jacqueline, who lives in Kentucky (which is the worst state for NOT prosecuting animal abuses-email to follow) just lost one of her precious canine babies in a trap set out for wild life.
These traps should be outlawed.
I’m asking all the animal advocates out there to please let your voice be heard:
(1) prosecution of the person who set the trap (it’s in an area where children play and families walk/run their dogs
(2) push for KY to prosecute animal abusers
(3) get these traps outlawed.
I know we have many battles on our hands and it’s probably years down the road before we see progress on some, but we must push for change.
Billy Boy was a happy doggie in a home with a great person who loved him dearly.
My heart breaks and I am still in shock just thinking about his horrible death.
Thanks for caring about the animals.
Since his death on Sunday, I find I am unable to feel much of anything.
Where once a heart as big as a city block swelled with beat after beat of passion, nothing sounds but hollow breathing. Shattered is the word that comes most often to mind.
Not until today have I been able to find the strength to face the screen before me.
Four days ago, on Sunday, December 11, 2011, my beautiful, loving boy was savagely killed by a steel trap laid for the purpose of snuffing out some poor, wild creature.
Fur from other victims, I later observed, was caught in its metal jaws.
I can’t feel much of anything. I should feel rage but no, nothing. After years and years of saving animals I find my heart has taken a beating.
Hours spent before his death were beautiful ones and like every day my lovable lug had on this embattled planet, Billy Boy was out and about following that Geiger counter nose that in the end drew him to his death.
Oh, how that boy loved life.
I could actually find myself smiling just by virtue of watching his face light up into a smile.
His very last moments were agony: From the moment he poked his head into that lethal device until he was gone maybe one minute elapsed.
As soon as I heard his cry of pain, I went running. Within seconds I was at his side. About all I can remember of the location was being in the creek, near the culvert located directly under the road. My muddy, bloody jeans still lie on the floor. I’m not sure if he was still alive.
I couldn’t first grasp what had happened. He was writhing so I thought he could still be saved. Not so. That dreaded glassy look that appears in the eyes of the dead was soon staring at me. Still I tried to free him from that steel deathtrap.
I kept screaming for help that did not come and even if someone had been there, it would have been too late.
On my hands and knees, I tried to lift him from the streambed onto the road but he was now 55 lbs of dead weight. I weigh 105.
The children I saw earlier playing next to the very same creek with their Boxer heard my cries. I suspect I frightened them.
No creature deserves to die like that let alone a member of the family.
Billy Boy was the embodiment of devoted love and loyalty.
The other four dogs with me at the time fled the scene, all except little Sassy. She alone stayed with her hysterical mother. Baby, Daisy Mae and Muchacho ran for their lives having witnessed what happened to their friend and frightened by the crumbled bodies of me and Billy Boy on the wet asphalt.
Tears that have long been a stranger to these cheeks are now streaming down my face.
I have witnessed too much cruelty in my life.
Not a day goes by that I am not reminded of my loss.
Last night, each night and for many nights to come I will miss the warmth of that burly body huddled next to mine.
He was the consummate Mama’s Boy who never, but never knew a stranger.
He was only three-years-old.
Yes, I dread going to bed.
Just the other night, I dreamt a dream of terrible sorrow. I dreamt of my lost boy. Somewhere in the darkness I could hear him crying for me but as much as I tried I could not find my darling Billy. I awoke from my nightmare and reached over to what had now become a place empty of my nightly familiar.
Billy Boy is gone.
I want his death to stand for something other than just another poor beast robbed of the life he loved.
The creek where he met his death either sits on or borders the sheriff’s property: It could have been one of his beautiful Shepherds.
Tina, up the street, has a gorgeous, white Spitz called Rooster, just yards from the place of death. It could have been her boy.
These traps do not discriminate.
Whatever luckless being ventures close to its lethal grasp is not long for this world.
That being the case, these coiled mechanisms of death have no business close to companion animals and children who play in these streams.
If it hadn’t been Billy Boy, it could have easily been Sarge, Rooster, Baby, Sassy, Summer, Daisy Mae, or Muchacho.
Billy Boy with his Labrador nose found it first and well, the rest you know.
This is my story.
WHOM TO CONTACT
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and his Assistant County Attorney is Nick Fegenbush: email@example.com
Their phone number is 859-498-8713
The fax is 859-498-8714
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Dear Attorneys Cockrell and Fegenbush:
I am writing in response to a tragedy that occurred in which a loved family dog, named Billy Boy, died from capturing his head in a possibly illegal steel trap. Specifically I request the following:
(1) prosecution of the person who set the trap (it’s in an area where children play and families walk/run their dogs)
(2) push for KY to prosecute animal abusers
(3) outlaw traps
According to Born Free USA following their in-depth campaign to ban traps:
Our investigation proves that despite industry claims to the contrary, leghold traps and snares cause serious injuries and extreme suffering to trapped animals. We also revealed that archaic killing methods such as suffocation, drowning and chest crushing are widely used today — methods that in fact would be considered cruelty to animals (a felony offense in some states) if inflicted intentionally upon domestic cats or dogs.
The investigation also demonstrates that despite years of research, there have been no significant advances in reducing “collateral damage.” In other words, non-target animals still are captured in traps set for other species. No animal is safe from these diabolical devices — dogs, cats, squirrels, bears, hawks and even threatened and endangered species can become victims of vanity. (Find hundreds of examples of non-targeted animals being caught in traps and read about our Trapping Victims Fund.)
Our investigator documented that what few trapping regulations do exist are regularly flouted by trappers: They openly use illegal snares to capture animals, they leave traps out after the close of the trapping season, and they capture animals out of season.
The whole operation of trapping is built on a very weak foundation of trust, as there are no authorities present when traps are set or an animal is killed, and most states don’t even require trappers to report the number of animals they kill.
Please exercise your influence to ban traps so that no animal will be tortured and maimed by such archaic and barbaric contraptions.
I know your time is limited and I thank you for the attention to this urgent issue.
to the hunters and those whose support them
how would you like to be
caught in a trap
unable to move
pain much worse
than a slap
alone you cry
slowly, in agony
alone, you die
Karen Lyons Kalmenson