SPCA

Today the sixth grade listened to a woman from the SPCA. She explained what it was like there, and the process they have to go through with the animals. She also talked about how all of the animals had to be neutered, in order not to double the amount of animals there.
There were two parts in the presentation that I really didn't enjoy. The first thing that I positively hated was the fact that some animals (dogs and cats) were seriously abused by humans. It is unrealistic for me to comprehend the fact that a human being can actually go on with their lives after severely injuring a poor, defenseless animal. A few of the cases were: a dog dumped in tar, a cat that had hot water poured on it and then was thrown around, a dog that was stoned, a dog who's tail was chopped off, a dog who's leg was chopped of, and a dog who's nose was severed. Those are not even all of the examples.
The second thing that disturbed me was the fact that once an animal isn't adopted after a while they have to put it to sleep. (In other words, kill it.) I understand that there is not enough room in the SPCA, but it just frustrates me.
Although I had to learn about the bitter truth of the word, now I know what I can do to help. I asked my mom if we could go and volunteer out once in a while and she said yes.
There is one last thing I want to say. If you want an animal, don't go to fancy shops and pay a lot of money to buy one. Instead, got to a pound like the SPCA and adopt something. You would pay a fraction of the money and you would be making a difference.