I can see this question quickly becoming an animal wrongess archive...
So here's mine, and I still remember it as if it was only yesterday.

I used to live with my dad and step mother a few years back, my relationship with my step mother wasn't as strong as it could have been and my welcome was becoming quite thin. So I was trying to lie low, do as I was told, not upset anyone by expressing any true feelings and all that (will come clear later) Anyway... My steph mother loves dogs, not just any old dogs, massive smelly dogs, anything but small clean cute things.

One of the dogs would turn into a psychopath the second it saw anything small and fluffy, namely squirrels, rabbits, and his favourite, cats.

One night I'm sitting at my PC doing something vitally important, like creating some program to automatically download porn, when all of a sudden the dogs leg it outside all at once, so that's 5 big smelly balls of fluff, all heading for the same door, at the same time, barking like it's 1999. I just ignore them and carry on my duties but my step mother hurtles past shouting after one of the dogs, the one that loves teh fluffies.

The barking and shouting continues for a few minutes (bare in mind it's like 11pm), until she returns with the little psychopath by the collar saying that he had got a cat and that she thought it was still out there. Horrified by this I thought it best that I went out there to make sure the little bastard was okay.

I found it lying on it's back with it's intestines hanging out, not too nice, it looked scared shitless as you could imagine. I went back inside and said that I would take it down to the vets and hopefully they could poke it's suassages back in. My dad and step mother didn't think this would be a good idea as it could mean the end of the bitey dog that done the foul deed (that's Karma imo.). Being in the position I was, I couldn't argue with it and my dad said he would put it down, so I grabbed a knife and we both went outside.

My dad didn't think that the knife approach was a good idea, instead he decided to settle for the "stoving the animals head in with a huge metal pole" method, something which I wasn't paricuarly familiar with, and nor did I agree with. This was not good...

I stood back in horror as my dad persisted in attempting to put this cat out of it's "missery" for about 5 minutes until it finally died.

Quite frankly the nastiest thing I've ever watched and still feel bad about it now, but what could I do right?

...

Did I say I actually prefer cats?
( Firkinfedup last shat on your wife's tits at, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:08, 4 replies)

Fuck
me that's grim. Poor kitty.

(insert LOLcat quote here)
(Deskbound You insignificant speck of dust, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:10, closed)

*cries*
Poor kitty :(
( Maladicta, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:17, closed)

The "Lost Cat" posters
on the lamp posts outside, made by the little girl who's cat it was made it even worse...
( Firkinfedup last shat on your wife's tits at, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:19, closed)

"but what could I do right?"
You could have done the right thing and not been so selfish is what you could have done.

I hope those five minutes haunt you...I really, really do.
(Musuko, Wed 30 Apr 2008, 16:27, closed)