A Letter from a Gas Chamber Man in an Animal Shelter

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This where your pups will end up, I put dogs in the gas chamber Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living.

I’m an Animal Control officer in a very small town. 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 county 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.

More… I’m the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I’m the one 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 spay 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 devil Gas Chamber man.

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 through a fast food line, 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 every 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. There tails are wagging, and some don’t even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellies. 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 wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. 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, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with 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 a gruesome, long, torturous 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 all be playing with all the 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 and them don’t even move their heads. 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 our box. The shelter doesn’t keep tabs on the cats, like they do 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, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us. My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals. We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two 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 sad. I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.

It’s about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.

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, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play. I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the 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. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I’m told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs.

He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.

I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did. In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff 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, put them in plastic bags.

They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!

So, don’t call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people, the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.

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.

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

SPAY AND NEUTER your pet, and keep it indoors, for the sake of our animals futures.

– Anonymous Shelter Worker

Using gas chambers as a means of euthanasia is a cruel, old method that should be banned in shelters everywhere. The only method of euthanasia considered humane is through intravenous injection. If your local shelter still uses the gas chamber, let them know (kindly) how you feel about that, and talk to your legislators about passing a bill forbidding their use. We can all make a difference.

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15 thoughts on “A Letter from a Gas Chamber Man in an Animal Shelter

  1. I can’t even read all of this, it’s so sad. I would just like to tell this man that God forgives us of our sins…that’s what Christ’s death on the cross was about. And we all have sin, but He can cleanse us of that thru faith in Jesus as Savior. I hope that he can find another job but also realize that he doesn’t have to go to hell…how amazing that he helps them at the last…very moving…so much kindness shown….

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    • What bollox! You choose this job/career/profession and you KNOW what you’re getting into from day 1….this is not hidden from you. So he’s finding some conscience, why? maybe because he and moreover, his family are or are becoming the victims of his “success”
      No sympathy whatsoever. Clean toilets, sweep roads, do what it takes because while people like this exist, so will murderers of all kinds.
      Ask this question….Would he work on Death Row for actual criminals? I doubt it….it’s easier to dismiss something that can’t talk or protest.

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  2. OH my sweet Lord I am so sorry for your pain. You are not going to hell. My God would not do that. You have no choice and I cried through this whole page barely able to see the words through my tears. You do more than other I know who are in your position. I will pray for peace for you and pray people spay/neuter their pets because of your story. I love you and your friend.

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  3. Tough reading. I could not operate the ‘gas chamber’ described – I would no doubt end up crawling in there myself first.

    I fear for the article writer’s (Animal Control officer’s) ‘health’ and the obvious pain endured on a weekly basis – the officer has my sympathy. I hope that there might be some respite from this anguish for them soon.

    I agree that ‘neutering’ should be compulsory for stray animals, plus a clear imperative for any responsible owner to consider for their pet(s). However, I fear some owners see the opportunity of ‘breeding’ their dog/cat/etc. as a potential income stream and hence, do not neuter them.

    I have two dogs and a cat, all strays off the street. I made sure that they were neutered during their
    inoculations etc. I wish more ‘owners’ would do the same. Plus more people should adopt strays (saving them from the gas chamber) rather than giving their patronage to ‘dubious’ breeders and seeking pure bred pets as another kind of status symbol.

    ………It’s a cruel world and this article has given me yet another painful insight I was not expecting.

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    • In the USA, we no longer use gas chamber deaths on convicted murderers…because it is considered TOO CRUEL. Why would anyone with a sould allow innocent animals to be killed in such a cruel manner? (or any manner?)

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  4. The gas chamber is a very hard read. Why doesn’t anonymous shelter worker do something to legally get rid of the gas chamber or is the money he earns that great. He is not really doing the dogs and cats a great favor although it is thoughtful. I would find someone to help me get rid of the gas chamber AND his dick of a boss as he is surely a cheap as to make animals suffer the way he does. He counts the dogs because he gets more money for their deaths. They are the money makers..kind of like a quota. I do wish you well anonymous. .sleep well.

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    • How do you figure they make money for killing shelter animals? The shelter is responsible for the housing, feeding, and ultimately in this case the cost of killing these animals… not to mention the probably menial salary paid to this story writer. I think to say that this guys boss is counting them because he somehow receives more money is ridiculous.

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  5. Um I don’t know if anyone knows this or not but carbon monoxide doesn’t smell?! The reason people need detectors in their houses… and the lack of oxygen being replaced by cO simply inhibits your body’s ability to perfuse causing you to go to sleep… I don’t think anything would scream when overcome with a colorless, ODORLESS, gas that makes you pass out and become hypoxic. I don’t condone the killing of anything and luckily live in a no kill county but this “story” seems like a stretch. Maybe just embellished but I ain’t buyin!

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    • It’s a horrible job. I worked in a shelter years ago and I hated it!!! What people fail to realize with stray animals is what are the city/counties supposed to do with these animals??? It’s hard to get people to adopt these animals. If people would adopt animals, you wouldn’t have shelters!!! Some of these animals can be mean to. I hate these shelters but at least the animal isn’t starving or people shooting the stray animal. It is so sad that they have to be put to sleep but it’s costly to keep them alive. What is the humane solution, I don’t know????

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  6. Yeah, it must be the worst job in the world but the money and the benefits are good so he does it. Sorry, but that does not cut it with me. There is not enough money in the world that could make me kill animals. It is a very sad story and he is right about the need to ban the gas chamber and for people to spay and neuter their animals but he is just as guilty and abhorrent as he claims to be.

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  7. Two wrongs don’t make a right. I think you should get off the pills and mobilize your focus in a more humane direction. Don’t worry about going to hell. Your already there.

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