My eight year and eleven month old dalmatian named Eugene where diagnosed whith termin cancer (for those who do not know, terminal cancer is the worst type of cancer). Poor Eugene only change to survive where getting the tumour surgically removed. The operation where neigh thousands pounds, but I immediately agreed to it. There where no way I would risk Eugene's life for some cash. In the past when I where thirty yeard of age, Eugene's heroism and bravery saved my life, not even to mention the 6 other people including 4 children who own their lives to Eugene. Every year on Eugene's birthday whe are flooded whit birthday cards. When Eugene where discharg I noticed he experienced severe pain and where traumatised. At first I thought it was because of the procedure he has just undergone, until I notice he constantly licked his anus. At that point I got suspicious because it was the first time Eugene exhibit that behavior due to the fact that he is hygiene obsessed. I started to wonder if maby Eugene suffered sexual abuse from the vet. It whould not surprise me at all since the vet had tattoos everywhere and a lip pearsing.
Later that day my suspicion where confirmed. I noticed he were trying to cover his bowl movement with dirt, so I went and investigate. When Eugene saw me coming he looked extremely embarrassed. What I saw was shocking! Poor Eugene had blood in his poop, a definite sign of sexual abuse. I immediately gave him a hug to show him I do not judge him and that I am aulso not angry, I also told him that it was not his fault. I felt so sorry for Eugene, I can not imagine what an embarrassing experience it must have been to undergo. I promised him I would not tell my mother as I know he whould not have been able to handle the embarrassment. My mom then immediately drove us to another vet, I did not tell her the reason why, besause I always keep my promises. That vet where aulso in on it, because he said there were nothing wrong with Eugene. It aulso did not surprise me because he where shaved bauld and I can read people extreamly good. I immediately ran away as fast as I could, before he aulso sexually assaulted poor Eugene. I did not even pay the bastard even though I am an extreamly honest adult whit integrity. Immediately after that I commanded my mom to drive us to the nearest police station to reporte the devastation that had happen. To my schock the law did not take this catastrophic serious and the worst part was that they wanted me to call a family member. My mom was wating outside in the car and they asked her to come in. Those basterds told her the whole fucking secret. I do not know how Eugene will be able to look her in the eyes. After that the fat bitch told them it was besause I had a mental illness, which is not true, it is a lie made up by my cunt mom when I where little. When we got back in the car I spit on the cunt and told her thats what someone whith a mental illness whould have done. I whould like to know what steps I have to take from her on forward to ensure that the vet gets jail time to pay for the horror he have done. I suspect that he raped over one thousand three hundred pets. But when he performed sexual acts on Eugene, he picked the wrong dog to messed with. Please pray for Eugene's pain.
Aulso I am considering beating him up and letting Eugene bit him.
Kinde regards: Matthew Wilman
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