An Open Letter to the Person Who Left This Sweet Dog at the Kill Shelter

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This letter, written by blogger and dog-lover Jamie White, was featured on The Huffington Post’s website. She lambasted the person who dumped their senior dog – the one they had for 12 years – at the pound. Her experience with this senior dog, Cocoa, and her letter, were too good not to share.


You don’t know me, and for your sake, you’d best hope and pray that you never have the misfortune to meet me.

How do I know who you are? Because the people at Animal Control gave me Cocoa’s intake sheet. You know, the one you filled out. The one that said Cocoa was 12 years old and you’d had her all those years. The one that said you were moving to a pet-free apartment and couldn’t take your faithful companion of 12 years. You know, the one that you said was a “sweet old girl — a wonderful companion.” The one that said you had limited funds.

Here’s the thing. I’m deciding not to print your name here but you know who you are. I could call you a number of other names, none of which you’d like very much. When I saw Cocoa’s picture on the Animal Control website — when I saw that grey muzzle and read the description stating that her people of 12 years, her family, had surrendered her to the pound — it broke my heart.

I once had a dog that was so ornery she got in trouble for biting a kid on the butt because he’d been tugging her ears. When the city quarantined my dog for 48 hours, I was fully prepared to leave my home, leave school, leave everything in the dead of night, everything except my dog. I was going to Thelma and Louise our asses right out of town. I wasn’t playing. Because that’s how I roll. No dog left behind.

So when I saw that picture of Cocoa, I just couldn’t understand why someone would dump a family member. And my empathy for that dog consumed me, until I made yet another rash decision and I rushed to the pound to adopt her.

9.25.13 - Letter to Senior Dog-Dumper

Act in haste, repent in leisure. That’s my motto.

When I got Cocoa, I had pink eye and a sinus infection. I was so sick, but I went and got her anyway, because I was worried that dog was terrified and that she was going to be euthanized. I was worried she was alone and scared, looking everywhere for her family. I couldn’t stand the thought of it — and she wasn’t even my dog.

It took me two days of antibiotics before I finally realized why Cocoa might have been dumped at the pound. Something tells me Cocoa didn’t become highly incontinent over the course of the week between you dumping her at the pound and me bringing her home.

It took us a few weeks, but we finally got the right dosage of meds to keep the incontinence mostly in check. I was happy, Cocoa was happy, and the house was clean again.

But that didn’t last long. Just a few weeks after I got her, she came down with acute pancreatitis. That meant she needed antibiotics and special food, food that cost me $2.25 per can, and she could easily eat two cans in a day. But that wasn’t even the worst part of that office visit. You probably know what I’m going to say next, right? About the tumors?

They couldn’t be sure whether the tumors were causing the pancreatitis, so we decided the “wait and see” plan was the best course of action.

And I became more and more convinced that you had abandoned your family member because you knew she was sick. You knew she had cancer, and you couldn’t afford to treat her or to help her. What upset me so much is that you couldn’t be bothered to drive the extra 20 minutes to take her to the Humane Society, a no-kill shelter. Or to even take her to your own vet and have her humanely euthanized with you there to comfort her.

So every few weeks I had to go buy expensive food for Cocoa, the family member you dumped at the pound. The dog that you abandoned. And every few weeks I would buy her “old lady pee pills.” I found that XL toddler pull-ups worked the best, once I cut a hole in the back for her tail.

And we waited.

In the meantime, Cocoa went to the mountains. She fell over the side of a small mountain, she saw deer. She had so much fun. She would get frisky and try to play with my other dogs right after they ate. It happened every night. She was so cute. My boys loved her and accepted her, like they accept every sad story that comes home with me. They would even let her have the hammock bed every night if she wanted it.

On Sunday mornings I would sometimes let all the dogs come climb into bed with me for a while. Cocoa really liked those mornings. She liked to be included. Sometimes I’d have all three dogs and two cats up there. She loved it.

But all the while, those tumors were still there. And surgery wasn’t an option.

This week Cocoa’s belly started swelling. I kept waiting for it to subside but it didn’t. Yesterday we went in for X-rays and found that the masses were too big, her belly too full of fluid to even see her organs. We could try diuretics to remove the fluid, but that was just a Band-Aid. This wasn’t going away. And I didn’t want Cocoa’s last days to be filled with consternation over having accidents in the house again. You see, that’s the difference between us. I worried about how Cocoa felt. I could look in her eyes and see the stress when she had accidents.

So we didn’t do the meds. I brought her home and figured I’d give her a few last good weeks. I would spoil her and make her feel like the Grand Dame she was.

But it didn’t turn out that way. Turns out today was Cocoa’s last day.

Here’s the thing, though. Instead of dying on a cold floor in a cold building with people who may or may not give a damn how her end happened, she died in my arms. I held your dog’s head in my arms and I whispered in her ear while she slipped away. I told her what a pretty girl she was. I told her how much I loved her as I stroked that spot just above her eye.

I made sure she knew she was loved. I made sure that my face was the last face she saw, that my voice was the last voice she heard.

You might wonder why I’m telling you all this. You might wonder if I just wanted you to know that Cocoa was okay.

I’d like to disabuse you of that notion. I’m writing this letter to let you know just what a piece of sh*t I think you are. If you ever do read this letter, know that I, along with my many animal-loving friends all over this world, think you are the lowest of the low. You don’t take a 12-year-old dog, a “sweet old girl — a wonderful companion,” and dump her at a high-kill shelter. You didn’t even give her a good chance.

She got lucky the day that I saw her picture because let me tell you, my animals want for nothing.

And to all the people reading this who “knew” Cocoa Loco, all of her friends around the world, here’s where the story ends.



0 thoughts on “An Open Letter to the Person Who Left This Sweet Dog at the Kill Shelter”

  1. You Gorgeous Beautiful Soul. Love what you did, Love the way you love ☺️ And yes What pieces of Shit!!

    • No, pieces of shit don’t take their dog to the shelter where, not an angel rescued her, but a sanctimonious self righteous person only interested in shaming the previous owner. If the original owner had just tied her to a truck and dragged her to death, or set her on fire, then I would consider them pieces of shit. It’s people, like the author of this article, who will create more trauma and injury to pets by creating this shaming of people that take their pets to the shelter. I am grateful that they do, as I have 2 wonderful rescue dogs that were thankfully given up by their previous owners.

      • I do not know any other way to say this…f**k you. There is no way that anyone would agree with you. Perhaps you feel this way because your rescue dogs are headed for the same fate if they get sick. Talk about sanctimonious, and self righteous!

  2. i had a terrier mix for 18yrs and she was in kidney failure for the last nine months i tried everything to keep her going but in the end i had to let her go it still breaks my heart to this day i often talk to her i have her buried in my flower bed and called it mollys garden i cant understand this person omg i couldnt leave my dogs to a high kill shelter or even a low or any shelter they are my friends my buddies i love my dogs

  3. Cocoa Loco found her “true” family at 12. Wish all abandoned, dumped, surrendered seniors had someone like Jamie to come to their rescue. Bring them into the fold. The family. If I didn’t have 7 already, and the county didn’t limit the number of dogs that “good” families could have…I’d find my Cocoa, every chance I got.

  4. God bless you and every animal that has the extreme good luck of knowing you. Yes, there are people who take their old pets, their sick pets, their no longer wanted pets and just dump them wherever. Those people should fry in hell.

    But you, you are the one who keeps the rest of us in hope. Thank you.

  5. Wonderful letter!!! Thank you for making dear sweet Cocoas last days her best. Owner is a piece of crap and should feel horrible for what was done to Cocoa but he/she wont because people like that are so selfish they care about no one but themselves.


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