Domestic Violence Pet Project
Organized by: Maj Wilson
This is my story and why I HAD to come up with a solutions. I had the most loving dog, he was my best friend and two cats. My life was horrible, my only joy was my babies. He wouldn't let them inside the house, so I would spend all my time in the shed with them. My life got worse and a Domestic Violence group contacted me because a friend called them to get me help. We planned my escape, I was considered a High Risk Case. They found me a shelter but I couldn't leave until I found a safe place for my babies. I did, it was a 1,000 miles away. My friend came and got them in secret one day, I left the next week with only the clothes on my back. He was very angry I got away, I was told to return home by Thanksgiving or else. Thanksgiving came and my lawyer got a call from him...saying I should have come home. I was worried but again, false sense of safety. About 8 pm, I got the panic call from the pet safe house, they had gone to eat at their parents’ home, when they got home, their four pets were there, but mine were gone. Gone from a locked house! At that point, I knew they were dead. The next call, my Vet contacted my lawyer, he knew the situation. A Pit Bull organization with raided and animal bodies were found, they scanned for ID's. My dog and one cat was in the dead group. I must have cried every day for months. I felt selfish for trying to keep my babies until I got a new home and new life. I felt as if it was all my fault. I started checking craigslist every day in the place I used to live. I wanted the missing cat to be alive. One day, there he was, a photo of a found cat, scared, skin and bones! The lady had even taken him to the vets because he was in such bad shape. They were not sure if he was going to live or die at this point. I contacted her, not sure if this was a trap to find me, my safety protocols went out the window, I just had to know! Now I was terrified, what if this is a trap. I gave her my cell phone number and she called. Tears of JOY on my part, you could tell by her voice she for real and it's my baby. After speaking with her, she too had suffered abuse, and we became friends. It took me 4 more months to get my cat to me, but I did. I never want anyone to suffer like I did!