Rasa from Vilnius, while walking her four-legged friend at the beginning of this week, came across a shocking find that had never been seen before – specially made food with rat poison. She shared her story on the social network and with the readers of “Let’s Talk” to warn others about the danger.
“There are people like Aurimas Valujavičius who show us that human physical and psychological limits are further than many of us think. There are people like Oleg Surajev who show that the human desire to help, compassion and sense of justice is much greater than we sometimes think.
And there are such… degenerates who wish for an innocent animal to die an extremely difficult and painful death. And it’s hard for me to accept that the world is full of both. And as I hold in my trembling hand the carefully prepared portion of meat-rat poison that my dog found in the neighbors’ yard last night, I ask myself to believe that there are more aurims and olegs in this world.
You probably already know that the New Town/Old Town parts of the capital around the station have a wonderful tradition of dog poisoning. For many years now, unidentified persons have decided from time to time to do a “Find a smart way to poison a dog” campaign.
Over the course of a decade, in the area where I live, pâtés were spiked with poison, deadly minced meatballs were kneaded, drippings were soaked in poison… Dogs, cats, birds were poisoned. There were also those who did not survive…
I am always careful when walking the dog, I watch so that he does not pick up anything from the ground. However, I had not seen the delicacies of clever poisoners with my own eyes. Until last night.
Traditionally, before going to bed, around 11 pm, we went out with the brown-nosed to spin the wheel. Our road is so unsophisticated when the weather is as tragic as yesterday. Just around the house: through your yard, which is connected to the yard of the neighboring house.
Our yard is being filmed, there are no neighbors. Even in our yard, automatic lamps turn on. Neighbors are somewhat less innovative in this regard. Both yards are connected, both have access to the street. Dark, cold, windy.
Suddenly I see that the dog has smelled something delicious. Anyone who has dogs knows that pose, when the port is fascinated, even the tail involuntarily wags from the deliciousness. I give the command “drop”. The dog reluctantly retreats. I come closer – a piece of meat. The first thought is that maybe the birds stretched out of the containers.
I take the meatball – I will throw it so that it does not roll. I go out into the lighted area and see that the meatball in my hand is extraordinary. Carefully wrapped and tied. I squint and… I see poison inside. Neatly folded so as not to fall apart.
The hand starts shaking involuntarily. If there is one, maybe there are more? I say to the dog: search. He brings me to two more of these. We later found out that two of the neighbors had already gone out with their dogs after I posted on the community group and found four more.
A total of seven poison scrolls in a relatively small area. I wrote a report to the e-police. Just because it is necessary. I don’t expect it to be of any use. We notified the surrounding housing associations. Everyone is busy. No one believes that any of their population could do that. But he could. Someone.
Maybe even a normal-looking, otherwise excellent citizen, only occasionally poisoning dogs in his spare time.
When I got home, about an hour later, panic set in. And am I really 120 percent? Are you sure the dog didn’t swallow anything before I saw the first piece? As am I, but fear speaks louder.
I call the vet on duty. I tell a story. We agree that I’ll wash out the dog’s stomach, just for peace of mind. I make a peroxide solution, pour it into the jaws of the already quietly dying bris. He jumps up without realizing why he is so disgusted.
After a couple of minutes, he begins to vomit. All over the house, but I mop up happy because now I’m sure it didn’t eat anything bad. I hug the already vomited dog, pet it. I’m almost crying, probably out of relief.
The dog stares at me and probably thinks that humans are the most difficult creatures on earth to predict. And he is right. It’s already late at night that I’m googling what poison is. Russian voles. It’s somehow symbolic,” Rasa from Vilnius described her experience.
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