Should Gas Chambers for Pets be Banned?

Why Ban Pet Gas Chambers?

We all have been haunted by the repulsive gas chamber deaths, courtesy of concentration camps such as Auschwitz, yet today, similar horrendous acts are still conducted nowadays against society's most innocent beings: our unwanted pets.

While the idea may seem to stem from a horror story, what is really the scariest part is that this is far from being an act of fiction. Every day even at present time, unwanted pets are killed in gas chambers. While euthanizing a pet with an injection over dose of pentobarbital solution may be hard enough for an animal lover to digest, a gas chamber made exceptionally for pets may feel like something unbearable.

Of course, the first thoughts go out to figuring out if pets suffer more this way than from lethal injection. The gas chambers are actually approved by the AVMA when properly manufactured. Yet, there are advocates that believe the procedure is inhumane.

According to Daphna Nachminovitch, vice president of cruelty investigations for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals in an article by Andrew Seaman published on USA today "Death by CO poisoning can be slow and terrifying. During the process, which can take 30 minutes, panicked animals may gasp for breath, try to claw out of the chamber, and even attack each other."

On the other hand, there are those that consider the gas chamber more human than the lethal euthanasia injection. Shelter workers claim that it may take a long time to capture a feral cat or a viscious dog and safely restraint it for the injection. These animals not used to be handled, often have terror in their eyes and struggle as they are put to sleep. Whereas, with a gas chamber the pet is unconscious within minutes upon inhaling the carbon monoxide.

Perhaps one of the most impressive posts about pets being gassed in a gas chamber comes from a post posted on Craigslist in 2006. A person calling himself ''the gas chamber man'' provides a gruesome insider look into the life of an animal control officer that every Friday for a living gasses unwanted pets. The individual provide details about how the animals die and how he must take anti-anxiety pills to deal with the ordeal and wears ear plugs so not to hear the pets vocalize from panic and suffering.


Today there are still many States that still euthanize via gas chamber. In Michigan, for instance, according to an article by Bill Laitner on FreePress.com ''Poison gas is no longer used at animal shelters in most of Michigan, including metro Detroit. But at least 10 counties in north and west Michigan still use it '' according to the Michigan Department of Agriculture.
While there are claims that when used properly the gas chamber kills quickly and efficiently, there are also claims giving a total different view. This leaves the practice obscure. One thing is clear though, when it comes to innocents pets they certainly do not deserve any shadows of doubts...

Story of a gas chamber man

This was found posted on Craigslist under PETS in Raleigh.
Date: 2006-08-16, 12:03PM EDT

"Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living. I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school. There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am.

I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.

First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to --heck--. Yes, I'm going to --heck--. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man.


The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning. Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.


So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages. I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.


They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellys. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.


I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name. They will not die without a name.I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch. I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.

Some tilt their heads to try to understand.
I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.
I tell them that I know I'm going to --heck--, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.


After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don't even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.


As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.
We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box.
The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.
As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.


We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.
Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad. I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.


It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.
I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don't eat, I can't eat. It's now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.


I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear. They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.
I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did.


In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.


They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!


So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.
As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate.


This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough."

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ocbill 7 years ago from hopefully somewhere peaceful and nice

a gas chamber is a little too much for any living being unless you cannot approach it & it is life threatening. a shot or an injection may be better that watching it gasp to death.


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advisor4qb 7 years ago from On New Footing

OMG, that is terrible. I didn't know they do that! That's giving me Auschwitz flashbacks. And I wasn't even born yet!


Jeannie Hernandez 6 years ago

Under no circumstance is the gas chamber or heart stick unless an animal is completely sedated acceptable.These animals are already terrified,have been through abuse & neglect & then thrown in a gas chamber together where they bite each other in fear,vomit,deficate,urinate,howl & scream & it takes time for them to die.Some are gassed twice.If other states can do humane Euthanasia then why do the states of North Carolina,Ohio,Georgia & Tenessee proceed to use these?I work with so called vicious animals.There are ways to get to them to sedate them.All it takes is patience,understanding,care,compassion & a few minutes.


Mozen Greezin 6 years ago

If nobody could be found willing to do this job, it would not be happening. Hence I cannot really sympathize with the author.


Claire 4 years ago

I never thought I would say this in a million years, but I actually am very touched by the Gas Man's portrayal of his horrible, horrible job. HELL NO I don't think that excuses him for what he does (I agree, if NOBODY was willing to do this job, it would not be done) but it is a relief to hear this one executioner actually has some sort of remorse for what he has done. I have read other monsters in NC who could not care less, and they defend the gas chamber and do not like animals. THEY are the worst ones :(

I wish this never ever happened again :(


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alexadry 4 years ago from USA Author

I wish too this practice would end, actually I wished no more pets would be put to sleep just because no homes are there for them, but this probably far from becoming a dream, especially with all the backyard breeders out there...


Cory 4 years ago

Tennessee DOES NOT use the gas chamber to euthanize pets. It has been banned here since 2000. Sodium Pentobarbitol injection is the ONLY approved method in Tennessee.

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