The Gas Chamber Devil.

[Agent___Whatever]

Scrolling true 4chan's /b/ as usual, stranded on a baw thread, /b/ finally made me shed a tear.

Here's the story.

Yes, I gas dogs and cats for a living. I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.

There is not much work here, and working for the country provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am.

I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the on that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.

First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell. Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spray and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the Gas Chamber Devil.

The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.

Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go trough a fast food lone, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.

So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, i go into the saddest room that anyone can ever imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out of their cages.

I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.

They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. Their tails are waggling, and some don't even go for the food. They just roll, on their backs wanting a scratch on their belly's. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails waggle so fast, that I have to come out with bruises on my legs... They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and i sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us and want to play with us and each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.

I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name.

They will not die without a name.

I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch.

I talk to them, and tell them that I'm SO sorry that tomorrow they will die in a gruesome, long, torturing death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.

Some tilt their heads to try to understand....

I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.

I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will be playing with all the other dogs and cats in heaven.

After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us. They will sleep with a full belly, and a false sense of security.

As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.

We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in the box.
The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats, like they do on the dogs.

As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die...

We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.

Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, they start purring and stand on our necks or are rubbing against us.

My buddy and I make our way for a four hour long trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injections to kill animals.

We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or to cats out at a time.

They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel like shit.

I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if not they will get put down, they will be put down with a needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. When the last cat is set free, we drive back to our town.

It's about 4 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas them.....

I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.... I don't eat, I can't eat. It's now time. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to collect the dogs, they are so excited to see me, that they will jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play...

I put them into the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know, they just know. They can smell death.... They can smell the fear. They start whimpering the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches, knowing that I truly hate him, knowing that I truly hate my job. I do as I'm told, while he watches until all the dogs and cats(put in together) are fighting and screaming. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.

I walk out as fast as I can to the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? Because the pain and blood takes my brain off the fact that those animals are dieing the most gruesome death possible.

In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none have survived, which happens when I put in too many in the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out and put the in plastic bags.

They are in heaven now, I tell myself. Then I start cleaning up the mess, the mess that YOU people made for not giving a damn about your own pet. The mess that YOU created by not going to a vet who can do this humanely. You are THE TAX PAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOPS.

So you can call me the monster, the devil, the devil, but remember, you've put these animals in this situation in the first place...

As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate in the day.

This is my life. Don't judge me, I judge myself enough...

 

[Mauri]

Woah, I hope this is just trolling.

Why he does that? I just don't understand. If that's his job, he can quit it. I wouldn't do that in a ANY price.

 

[Austin]

This is a very touching story... however, I don't believe there are people that would actually do this, this is the common troll. Your probably thinking I'm an idiot to say that but I have a scientific reason to believe it's true . Who's seen the National Geographic's Science of Evil? It basically explains how our emotional state will change and relate to our environment. They used a war prison as an example, where a handful of normal, decent soldiers where ordered to watch over some prisoners captured in the middle-eat (I believe). They're actings from civil people got more and more violent, and eventually escalated to torture and violent slaughter, murder. They all participated in this, and they didn't even know what they where doing was wrong. These same people would be able to leave and watch what they did on a video, and be disgusted by their actions. They were unaware that what they were doing was so extensive while doing it.

Also, from what I know about it, gassing is a painless and somewhat unnoticeable way to die. From what I remember about the holocaust, most of them just fell to sleep and died without even realizing that they where in a gas chamber.

 

[Agent___Whatever]

The only difference is that this is Carbon Monoxide(or at least he thinks that), and not Mustard gas.

 

[Austin]

Rofl! Mustard gas is extremely painful and basically makes you spit up your lungs in chunks. That is not what they used in the gas chambers during the Holocaust xD.

Edit:

I'm not sure why you assumed they would use mustard gas in the Holocaust gas chambers, but you don't read enough . I just looked up an article:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gas_chamber

The most commonly used poisonous agent is hydrogen cyanide; carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide have also been used. Gas chambers were used as a method of execution for condemned prisoners in the United States beginning in the 1920s. During the Holocaust, large-scale gas chambers designed for mass killing were used by Nazi Germany as part of their genocide program, and also by the Independent State of Croatia at the Jasenovac camp.

 

[Andre]

They used carbon monoxide in WWII also (edit: Austin edited before I posted). Each year 4 million animals are put to death in shelters in a year in the United States and gas chambers are used in many states.

The American Veterinary Medical Association—whose euthanasia guidelines are widely followed—considers carbon monoxide gassing an acceptable method when done in a properly manufactured and equipped chamber.

Also, from what I know about it, gassing is a painless and somewhat unnoticeable way to die. From what I remember about the holocaust, most of them just fell to sleep and died without even realizing that they where in a gas chamber.

I doubt that dying from lack of oxygen (what basically happens) is not painful.

"[...] They don't know what's going on. The hiss of the gas is going on inside. They get dizzy, and they panic," he said. Fights can break out, and animals' calls can sometimes be heard.

And the guy isn't a troll obviously, might be exaggerating a little but he's showing signs of deep depression as you can see. Good thing he's "saving" the cats though. Cruelty always exists in the world and there's not much people can do against it, it will continue to exist. For some reason cruelty against people doesn't get to me as deep as cruelty against poor animals does. In my opinion the only way to put down an animal, cat or dog, is a lethal injection (that the animal doesn't feel) administered by a veterinarian.

 

[Austin]

At the September 2, 1983 execution of Jimmy Lee Gray in Mississippi, officials cleared the viewing room after eight minutes while Gray was still alive and gasping for air. The decision to clear the room while he was still alive was criticized by his attorney. David Bruck, an attorney specializing in death penalty cases, said, "Jimmy Lee Gray died banging his head against a steel pole in the gas chamber while reporters counted his moans."

I suppose you would be right, Amdre .

Edit:

It was ultimately revealed that the executioner was drunk during the procedure.

That might of had something to do with it, rofl.

 

[GPow69]

Sad story, Even if it is fake