[In-It] Worries of the Grim Reaper

The call bell rang 40 minutes before the end of the weekly shift.

“Ah, …” A voice of my heart leaked out of my mouth without knowing it.

Since we are human, it is not very nice to be dispatched before work.

Strangely, there is a mountain mobilization at this time.

If you get caught on a mountain mobilization right before work, you should stop thinking about sleeping at home and go to the ambulance and start thinking about what kind of ramen you will eat.

Beyond the hard work, it takes 5 hours by default.

Jirisan is a common garden in front of you when you open the office door.

When I dragged a wheeled chair and went to the dispatch order monitor, fortunately, it was an animal-related dispatch.

It was said that there was a stray dog ​​running around in the apartment.

"It's not urgent, so call me to see what's going on."

Said the rescue chief.

"Hello. Here's the Namwon Fire Station rescue team. Seeing the order, a stray dog ​​roams. What exactly is the situation?"

"Hello! No, that's not it. The puppy lost his house... I'm holding it now. Please find a house."

The reporter who heard a voice about elementary school students over the handset told the situation.

I felt a little cheap.

It was because the reporter's intention and the job of the rescue team had a completely different color.

In short, we are not an institution that finds abandoned dog homes.

Of course it helps.

When we receive a report of abandoned dog and dispatch, we hand it over to the Livestock Division of City Hall.

The animal husbandry section then sends it to the stray dog ​​protection center and posts an announcement so that the owner can be found.

However, if the owner does not appear for a period of ten days, the abandoned dog will be euthanized.

The reality is that most of the stray dogs we catch and take over are euthanized.

From the point of view of the dogs, we are like grim reapers, and now this elementary school student is in the same situation as the guardian angel who suddenly appeared, and the guardian angel did not know the world's situation yet, so he contacted the grim reaper.

I found the wrong number.

"Look, Captain. Report is a little weird. This seems to have a different intention. What should I do?"

"What do you do? Come on."

The three divided the mountain rescue vehicle, the senior captain and the same motive, and I went on the road.

When I arrived at the apartment management office and asked the security uncle, he said that he has been wandering around the management office for a while to see if a big white dog is waiting for the owner.

Frighteningly to finish talking, three elementary school girls came to us from the side of the building, saying hello to us.

In the middle of the child's arms, there was a big, white dog, showing its stomach and being held like a baby.

It was a dog that folded both forefoot and spread it on the chest side, and the foam that was held in the arms of a human was quite a bit.

"Mister firefighter, please find this puppy's house."

It's personal to anyone, but it seems to these guardian angels as an infinitely cute and adorable puppy.

When I lowered the dog to the ground, it was a dog with too many human hands to be an abandoned dog.

There seemed to be no intention of barking, and there was no gesture of caution when we approached.

Usually we run away when we approach.

Dogs have a developed sense of smell, so they sniff other dogs out of our gloves and equipment and set aside.

However, this guy seems to have thought that it is the one who will find the owner who comes to us.

Or they grew up so fine that they don't know the world's realities like these children.

While patting the dog's head, the children's storm questions followed.

"Isn't you sure you're looking for this puppy's house?"

"That's right~ That's what you do."

"Where does the puppy go if he can't find it because he doesn't know the house because he's young?"

"Then, send it to a sheltered dog protection center and put the picture on the internet so the owner can recognize it."

"What if the owner doesn't appear?"

"Uh... it's... I was living with the dogs in the center..."

"Dead" The

senior captain suddenly appeared and intercepted the words.

"No. What can I do if you speak so honestly, Captain?!"

"Kids also know what you need to know. Guys, if the owner of the dog doesn't appear, let him be euthanized in the hospital."

The children who listened to it were upset.

The two children poured out more questions than before, asking how they could do that, and the boy in the green tee, who was carrying the dog, went home crying.

Although the angelic children's hearts were instantly destroyed, the senior captain's words were not wrong.

It is true that children should also know and accept it.

Perhaps the more you love animals, the more deeply you feel the words and take responsibility for the companion animals you are raising.

There was an old and worn collar hung around the dog's neck.

When the guard said that he was walking around as if looking for his owner, I thought that the owner had abandoned it these days.

I waited for anyone to stroke my head and wait for a hug.

I moved to the back of the City Hall building to hand over the dog to the City Hall Livestock Division.

There was a large iron cage that could accommodate a pony.

I got off the rescue car with my dog ​​and went to the cage, but the quiet and kind dog was struggling and disgusted.

The dog, who was struggling not to enter the cage, was pushed in with force, saying sorry for the two rescuers.

He sat still in the car and listened well, but when he came in front of the cage, he instinctively knew something was wrong.

I thought you were looking for the owner, but I wonder if we felt betrayed by us who took even our freedom.

The livestock department's staff said that there was no more space to accommodate because there were so many abandoned dogs whether the rescue team's activities are remarkable these days or the world has become harsh.

Since the protection center is saturated, they complained that it was necessary to assess and entrust them to veterinary hospitals and sometimes carry out early euthanasia.

I thought something was going wrong.

Nature didn't reach out for us to be friends.

To the flickering creatures, they wanted us to be their mothers and to be friends.

Thanks to the human mother's rice and love, she has grown up so strong that her poop is cheap, but she is thrown away because it is not cute anymore or because it is difficult to handle.

That abandonment is more cruel than you think.

They have been tamed by humans and have lost the way to live in nature. They travel around the mountains and fields, come down to private houses, and eat discarded spoiled food and live in life.

Even if you meet a good-hearted restaurant woman, you will eat rice regularly for the time being, but soon after the residents report, rescue teams are dispatched and caught.

One day, when I went to work, I found a dog that was caught last night and was trapped in a rescue camp.

Only the bones remained bare, and they were trembling.

I put the dog's snacks in the warehouse in a bowl and served me with a meal that might be the last time, but... I was very complicated.

Our 119 rescue team is capturing pests.

They come down to private homes and catch wild boars that are going to mess up the fields, weasels that bite and kill chickens, elk, snakes, and others that threaten or harm the lives of the people.

And stray dogs that threaten people passing by.

However, from some point onward, requests to catch abandoned dogs that have been thrown away by people who are ruining food have been dominated.

At some sites, the dog he had raised is no longer under control and he is asked to kill him.

It is an institution that has to respond to the needs of the people, but in that case, I am seriously worried.

Recently, there is great interest in companion animals.

If there is a bright side of a pet, I want you to know that such a dark side exists.

Remembering that the animals we reported as dangerous were once our family and friends,

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