So far, two puppies of unknown breeding were mutilated, and one young adult German shepherd was stabbed to death. I say so far, because the humans that committed these horrendous acts of cruelty are not finished.

I understand the rage they feel. Rage so intense, and so repressed, that it found release the only way it could, by causing the innocent to suffer.

I understand the compulsion driving this savagery. I understand it, because I have lived it. When I was nine years old my father made me help him mutilate and kill eleven puppies. I had to choose which ones would live and which ones would die.

I did not comprehend what I was being told to do until the first puppy was shot to death in front of me. I say mutilate, because he missed the kill shot a few times and puppy parts were blown across the yard.

When we were finished there were two puppies left whimpering in the box. The mother dog, a German shepherd, was howling and barking. She was straining to free herself from the tree where she was tied up. I was crying too.

After that experience I began to take my anger out on the innocent. I strangled a cat to death with my bare hands, all because it was hungry. There was money for beer, and cigarettes, but our animals would often starve for a few days before there was money for pet food.

The persons who committed these horrendous acts of cruelty, whoever they are, need our compassion and our help. I know that does not make sense.

I know anger and violence, breeds more anger and violence. I was subjected to my parents rage and it was passed on to me like a virus.

The perpetrators of this violence on these innocent dogs does not live in a vacuum. Someone knows who you are. I pray that they turn you in.

I pray that you get help. Someday you will feel the pain of what you have done, if you don’t kill yourself first.