This tired sweet old dog died in the pound on the weekend. There was no one there to give him a cuddle or a gentle pat as he took his last breath.
The local laws officer had picked him up from a woman on the 8th. She said he was a stray but she hadn't bothered asking her neighbours. He could have been her dog, a not uncommon way of getting rid of a no longer wanted dog. The local laws officer put up a notice in the local shop as he knew he couldn't have travelled far. But no one came for him. Rescue groups put their name on him and tried to organise an early departure from the pound.
We can all berate ourselves why he died in the pound. What further action could we have taken? What further phone calls could we have made to find him a warm spot to stay while he served his time?
But who was this dog's person. Did he belong to someone old who went to a nursing home or died, and their unfeeling relative passed him on as a stray? Did he look like he needed a visit to the vet and would cost some money? Was he ever allowed inside a house or to sit on someone's knee?
Why is the pound used as a dumping ground for unwanted pets? This sad old boy wasn't microchipped. We have given him a name Almon which means forsaken and he will go on our "In Memoriam" page at victoriandogrescue.org.au with the others that we won't forget.
The government is quick to bring in restricted breed legislation, not so quick to seriously tackle puppy farms, and ignores completely the concept of restricting dog ownership to those who deserve to have a dog. Dog licences may be a joke to many now. But it will happen. And whoever knew Almon or had responsibility for him should never be allowed another dog.
And I hope what they did to Almon is done to them, and they die alone and unloved.