Last Friday, a Pit Bull showed up at a woman’s house in Nashville, Tennessee. The dog was wrecked, viciously abused. The woman knew exactly what to look for — she was an animal hospital employee.
“When I saw her, I immediately knew she had been used as a bait and breeding dog,” she writes on the Mama Jade Facebook page dedicated to the dog. “I bawled my eyes out as she used her remaining energy to wag her tail and press her big noggin into my chest.”
However, she soon discovered the dog had cancer, and she decided it was “best to humanely euthanize her because she had already experienced so much pain in her life.” But then she had second thoughts, postponing the appointment till the next day.
What did she do that night? She got angry and wrote this, a letter to the dog’s former owners, which she posted on Craigslist. It immediately went viral, generating massive interest, thousands of emails, and, most important, plenty of “where can I send money?” offers to help. As such, the woman is now postponing the euthanasia indefinitely.
“After realizing just how many people were behind her, it became apparent that this girl is not quite ready to leave us just yet,” she wrote.
She’s now in the process of setting up a “Mama Jade’s Cancer Treatment Fund,” which you can find out about on the Mama Jade Facebook page.
Here’s the letter she wrote to the owners and posted on Craigslist. It’s long, so settle in:
Last Friday night, your dog wandered up onto our porch. Signs of the abuse she had somehow escaped riddled her body. The fresh bite marks on her muzzle, the scars that covered her body, the exposed pink and purple flesh around her neck, where she was obviously tied up with ropes that cut their way into her skin, over and over again. The obvious signs that she had been bred, relentlessly, time after time. The pressure wounds on her elbows that bled whenever they touched anything, from being tied and forced to lay on cement ground and metal cage mesh.
None of those things are even the worst part. Upon examining her teeth to gauge her approximate age, I burst into tears. I found that you had pulled the majority of them out, and the ones you left had been filed down. And you did this without anesthesia, this I am sure of. You did this so she couldn’t fight back. You did this so she couldn’t injure any dogs you had trained to fight, when you threw her in there with them. With each bite of her they took and each yelp she cried, they’d look at you for reassurance. Because all they wanted to do was please you. Loyalty is in their blood. Violence is not.
The first night she was here, I stayed up with her and only slept for 2 hours. Every time I’d move, she’d get up and look at me with worry-stricken eyes. She didn’t want me to leave her.
Somehow, God must have led this mama to my doorstep, knowing she’d find comfort here. The next morning, I took her to my work on my day off. I work at an animal hospital.
Upon entering the building, her neck started to bleed. The thick collar which you put on her had cut into the tender scars on her neck. She didn’t even yelp. I discovered it as I was weighing her and saw blood on the scale. I took the ridiculous thing off of her.
The amazing people I work with have all fallen head over heels in love with your dog. So when we discovered she has breast cancer, it broke our hearts even more.
Over the last 3 days, our staff has grown to love this beautiful and broken soul. [She is] skin and bones; we feed her constantly but only foods that are soft enough for her … you know, since you ripped her teeth out and all.
Mama lets you get right up in her face. In fact, she LOVES it. She’ll give you slobbery kisses and nuzzle your face with love.
We’re all amazed at how trusting of humans she is. Dogs, however, completely terrify her. It doesn’t matter the size, she growls in fear and tucks her tail between her legs. But who can blame her? After what you did to her?
Tomorrow, Mama will finally feel peace. And when she closes her eyes and takes her last breath, I’ll be there. I’ll hold her big ol head and I’ll tell her how much I love her. And when her soul has left her battered body and I’ve dried the tears enough to see, I will document every bruise, every bite, every cut, scrape, and gash. I’ll photograph her teeth, or rather, where her teeth used to be. I’ll turn in all the evidence and post it where EVERYONE will see it. I’ll use it to educate kids in heavily crime-ridden areas on the horrors of dog fighting.
If you could do that to a dog, you should not be allowed in everyday society. And teaching our children right from wrong is the only way to put a stop to this.
One day, you will be caught. If I ever find out who did this to the dog we all lovingly know as “Mama Jade,” I honestly don’t know what I would I do. But it would probably involve contacting your mother and informing her of what a monster she managed to raise. My goal would be to make a mockery out of your pathetic life.
Mama Jade’s story will not be silenced. She just happened to show up on the doorstep of one extremely persistent, intelligent, respected, and now angry human being.