#cw euthanization

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi everyone,

I found a somewhat disturbing study that was done by Kingson University about euthanizing autistic people in the Netherlands. I’ll the link to the article here if anyone wants to read the entire thing.

I’ll leave some excerpts below. View discretion is advised.

Several people with autism and intellectual disabilities have been legally euthanized in the Netherlands in recent years because they said they could not lead normal lives, researchers have found.

The cases included five people younger than 30 who cited autism as either the only reason or a major contributing factor for euthanasia, setting an uneasy precedent that some experts say stretches the limits of what the law originally intended.

In 2002, the Netherlands became the first country to allow doctors to kill patients at their request if they met strict requirements, including having an incurable illness causing “unbearable” physical or mental suffering.

Between 2012 and 2021, nearly 60,000 people were killed at their own request, according to the Dutch government’s euthanasia review committee. To show how the rules are being applied and interpreted, the committee has released documents related to more than 900 of those people, most of whom were older and had conditions including cancer, Parkinson’s and ALS.

[sodium-bitch]

the inherent love of agreeing to euthanize the man you love for his own good

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I have finally figured out the camera lens and the setting I need to catch clear photos of wolverines! Ugh, I just love them and their incredibly dense fur so much.

These two are Rainier and Ahma at Northwest Trek. They're full siblings, but were born in different litters, in 2009 and 2007 respectively. The easiest way to tell them apart is by their eyes - or, really, their lack thereof. They've both got some congenital eye issues that have resulted in the surgical removal of one/both eyes as they've aged into elderhood. Ahma is now eyeless, and Rainier still has one eye left (although a keeper did mention it may be getting close to that time, again).

As you'll see, though, they still get around spectacularly. When it comes to finding snacks, they do it by smell. I rented a lens specifically to take photos of this special enrichment day: an elk carcass feed. They got an elk spine and pelvis, both sourced from a safely-euthanized member of the herd at the same facility.

Photos containing the carcasses will be below the cut. The carcass chunks are not bloody or gory - they look kind of like something you'd find on a grocery store shelves - so I'd really suggest checking the photos out. Wolverines are super strong, super tough little guys and it was so cool to see these two really get into tearing apart huge hunks of meat.

Beyond here lies MEAT.

[tomialtooth]

Adbell pup play is Adler hitting Bell with his car

[sahrayliathefaelia]

my cat died yesterday. I'm not okay.

[jeronimo-verne]

The moment the image of catgirl Jesus pops into my head I see that one post about puppygirl Jesus about to be euthanized by Judas. What sort of sign is this

[shiroikabocha]

[cannibal-in-a-can]

I'm actually so mentally ill about this movie I'm gonna throw up

[acutabovetherest]

So. I see this and I think: I shouldn’t have gotten the IUD- I should’ve opted for tubal ligation.

And then my suicide ideation skyrockets.

I want off this ride

Conservative paternalism is gross.

78 year-old adulterous rape culture icon and child molester rambling about fertilization is like music to the ears of MAGA.

[antlered-lycanthrope]

Just put me out of my misery already

[puppyboycunt]

Writhing in agony on the floor thinking about my dachshund's slowly mineralizing spine and kneecaps that pop out of place. I'm grateful that I can take care of him properly instead of someone who wouldn't meet his needs, but I despise that his breeder was going to put him down if she couldn't give him away to anyone because of his minor tail deformity

The fact that he is in so much pain because of someone else's desire to make a "cute" animal makes me feel sick

[venting-evan-style]

why am I crying over something as dumb as the beach. I don't know why it's making me so upset. Like genuinely.

Like, okay sure, I don't get to go to the beach when I wanted, and I don't get to stay as long as I wanted, but so fucking what?

I'm still going, aren't I? So why the fuck am I being so ungrateful about it???

[vidapuppen]

CW: animal death, rabies

A horse just passed from aggressive rabies in Thatcher, AZ, and they couldn't euth it because it tried to attack anyone who came near, so it died in agony - they also couldn't shoot it to put it out of its misery because brain tissue has to be preserved for analysis by the state, and potential blood/brain matter spray from that method of death creates a rabies vector biohazard that can infect anyone or anything it comes in contact with. PLEASE make sure any animals you have that can have a rabies vaccine get it. It's a fairly inexpensive vaccine, and the peace of mind and protection it provides is worth it. Putting more description and the video of the horse under a readmore, all the content warnings, this video is truly horrifying, but I feel it is important for media evidence of what rabies can do to be out there for better information.

From the vet hospital's page: "This horse pulled into the clinic Monday afternoon at 1:30pm and was standing in the trailer. It went down in the trailer when we tried to get it out and it was dead two hours later. We were unable to get close to it in order to put it to sleep. Imagine the zombie apocalypse when the zombie is supposed to be dead and then jumps up and tries to chase the human with half its body gone. The horse presented after fighting with another horse over the corral fence, that horse was euthanized today by the office of the Arizona State Veterinarian due to significant exposure to rabies and not having ever been vaccinated. The horse destroyed a mesquite tree by trying to rip it apart with its mouth and the owner was somehow able to get it into the trailer without being injured and bring it to the clinic.

When it arrived it was mouth chomping and self mutilating its front leg. It went down and it trashed and it would try to attack you if you went into the trailer.

[batfamfixation]

ANYONE TURNING 25 SOON KEEP SCROLLING

25th birthdays are fucking cursed. One of my friends lost her dog the day after her's. My best friend's mom is on vacation out of town for the month without him, and his parents are divorced and his dad lives out of town, so he is going to be the only one home on his birthday (not quite a curse, but still incredibly shitty). My birthday is Sunday, and my dog has to get put down Tuesday due to rapidly escalating health issues.

Me crying about her health issues below the cut

She isn't in pain due to the medications she's on, but she's 14, has really bad dementia, and is experiencing muscle weakness which makes her at risk of falling, and I'm afraid her legs are going to completely give out like my friend's dog's did. I'm so worried she's going to get hurt before Tuesday, and it will be my fault for wanting to spend one last birthday with her. She's my favorite thing in the entire world. My phone lockscreen, phone wallpaper, computer lockscreen, and computer wallpaper are all photos of her. I have a Facebook page dedicated to her as a public photo album (mostly so I can easily get to pictures of her, even though 80% of the photos in my phone are her). I've had her since I was 11. That's the majority of my life, but eventually it won't be. Eventually I'll be alive without her longer than I have been with her, and I hate that. She's still so full of love and life, but her body is failing her, and I can't keep the good parts of her alive without subjecting her to a poor quality of life. I hate it. Her health escalated so rapidly. It started off gradually over the course of two years, but it really started slipping two months ago, and it's gotten really bad over the past two weeks. I love her so much. I wish that were enough. I have absolutely zero doubt that euthanizing her is the humane thing to do, but I'm so worried that waiting will backfire, and I'm so devastated that she's going to be gone soon

I love you, (name redacted for privacy reasons). Thank you for the joy and comfort you've brought me these last 14 years. I will miss you so, so much.

[plutoscreams]

i need need need to be put down i need to be euthanized im so Done with being here, why cant i be happy why am i so fucked up why is it never me. i dont want to be checked in on i cant im not im not me im not real pls leave me alone so i can bash my head into a wall let me be pls pls pls kill me let me let go i dont want to Do this anymore i dont want to i dont want to

[steddieas-shegoes]

stripes

for @corrodedcoffinfest popup event ‘where the wild things are’

rated t | 954 words | cw: brief mention of euthanizing an animal but it doesn’t happen | tags: established steddie, famous corroded coffin, crack treated seriously, Steve is in charge of them but you can decide how

There’s an “alpaca farm” near my home, which is definitely harboring illegal exotic animals and inspired this simply because I remember the day my mom came home and told me they got a zebra 😂

🦓🦓🦓🦓🦓🦓🦓🦓🦓🦓

Steve does a double take as he walks up the steps of the porch. He thought he saw…

Oh. Yep. He did see that.

He walks inside and goes to directly to the kitchen, where everyone is sitting at the table acting entirely too normal.

“Did you guys know there’s a zebra outside?” He asks, setting his keys on the counter. He looks through the window to make sure there’s no other zoo animals in the backyard. “And if so, who owns it?”

“That’s Stripes!” Gareth says, before returning back to his conversation with Jeff.

“And Stripes belongs to…”

“Us.” Eddie stands and leans over the counter to kiss Steve on the lips. “Can we have pizza tonight?”

Steve is used to crazy. He’s used to weird shit happening. He’s used to having to clean up messes these guys get themselves into on a near-daily basis.

But there’s a zebra in their front yard and no one is explaining how or why. He might lose it.

“No one’s getting anything to eat until you explain the zebra.”

Everyone goes silent. Steve raises his brows as he throws his jacket over the back of the closest chair, which happens to be Frankie’s.

“They were gonna euthanize him,” Gareth says.

Steve takes a deep breath.

“Who?”

“The circus. Apparently he’s too old to do any tricks and they can’t afford to just have animals around. This was their last stop for this leg of their tour and they had him caged up for the vet. We rescued him,” Eddie explains. “We’ll take good care of him.”

“How do you even take care of a zebra?” Steve asks and then holds up his hands before anyone can answer. “Let me try again. How do you plan to take care of a zebra? We leave for a tour in three weeks.”

“He can come with us!” Gareth is smiling and Steve thinks it must be nice to think the way Gareth does. He’s not dumb, he’s just impulsive and easygoing. He doesn’t think of problems ahead of time.

“You guys can’t bring a zebra on your heavy metal festival tour.” Steve sighs. “Why don’t we call the zoo in Indy and see if they’ll take a rescue?”

“No!” They all say. Even Frankie turns and shakes his head.

“Why not? He’d be safe there, they know how to take care of him. He’d have zebra friends.”

“But he likes to travel,” Eddie pouts.

“Jeff, you can’t actually believe this is a good idea. You have sense,” Steve turns away from the pout Eddie always tries when he wants to get his way. “C’mon man.”

Jeff looks sheepishly down at the table.

“No! You guys bribed Jeff?” Steve groans and walks away, out the front door, and down the porch.

Half of the front yard is fenced in, and it looks like Stripes is happy as can be eating the grass and hay that the guys must’ve put out for him. He walks to the fence and sighs. Stripes looks up and meanders over to him, still chewing on a mouthful of his food.

Steve reaches out and pets at his head. He’s used to horses, grew up around them for a while when his dad owned a stake in a derby horse. He loved them, but they still scared him a bit. They’re beautiful, and stoic, and incredibly strong.

He’s seen a grown man’s teeth get kicked right out of his body from one.

Stripes nudges his hand when he stops, lost in his thoughts. He laughs and keeps moving it back and forth.

“He’s a big softie,” Jeff says behind him.

“They sent you to convince me, huh?” Steve turns and sees the others huddling at the window inside. He shakes his head fondly. They’re all idiots. “No need. Stripes convinced me.”

Jeff throws a thumbs up at the window and they can hear them all cheer and walk away.

“You sure it’s okay? I can talk to them if not.”

Steve doesn’t answer at first.

Logistically, it’s gonna be a nightmare. He just had a meeting this morning with security and transportation about moving all their shit and them safely. There’s only ten stops, but they’re spread out enough that they need a solid plan in place so there’s no errors or risks. A zebra would be a risk.

Financially, it’s also not ideal. Adding in another truck to bring him around, his food, someone to care for him while they’re busy. It all adds up. They have a decent budget now that they’ve got more support from a big label, but they won’t be thrilled with paying for a zebra to tour with them.

“We’ll figure it out,” he settles on.

Stripes finally has enough and walks away. Steve brushes his hand against his pants and sighs.

“I’m gonna go shower. You guys have a meeting with security tomorrow morning. Pizza and then everyone heads home.”

“Yes, mom,” Jeff jokes, but nudges his arm with his elbow. “Is Eddie in trouble?”

“Eddie’s not in trouble,” Steve says. “But he ls gonna get a serious talking to.”

Jeff raises a brow. “I’m sure he is.”

Steve slaps his arm and rolls his eyes. “Go order pizza. And call a vet to ask what zebras need for food every day. We’ll have to leave with enough to get through the tour.”

“Aye aye!”

Jeff rushes inside and Steve watches Stripes walk along the fence. He looks content, but he’s gonna move him to the backyard so he has more room to run around. Or he’ll make Eddie do it.

Actually, yeah.

“Eddie!” Steve yells as he walks back in the house. “Come take care of your zebra!”