Dear Kenneth Brabbin -
A little over two weeks ago, sixteen days ago to be exact, I became a mother to a dog, who has changed my life in more ways then you could comprehend. I took a plea from a lady who saw a homeless couple pushing this adorable, ice’blue eyed baby around in a shopping cart. He couldn’t walk. His legs were bloodied and covered in scabs and asphalt from dragging himself. He was found in a bush, off of Highway 99 and Olive Avenue. Scared, in pain and no where to go.
Come to find out, this amazing baby belonged to you. You were responsible for him. After posting him to our Facebook page, I received a call from your friend, telling me all about the stand up guy you were. Your dog lived in filth. He always went without basic necessities like food, shelter and most likely veterinary care. I was also informed that you were trying to ‘get rid of him’ weeks before he became mine. I called your phone; but it was disconnected. I searched your Facebook page and sure enough, there he was, smiling and looking up at you with those beautiful eyes that melt my heart and make me cry all at once, on a daily bases. Those eyes that just beg for love.
When I look at him, I’m always looking down on him. He can’t stand on his hind legs and love on me and greet me with enthusiastic jumping like his brothers and sisters do. I look at him scooting and dragging himself across my floor, leaving trails of blood because of his raw legs and paws, from the injuries that I’m trying to heal. He can’t ‘sit’, or jump up on the couch like a normal dog. He can’t run to the back yard and mark that fence post he smells repeatedly. He can’t get back up the three little stairs to come back inside, without crying for me to come pick him up. He can’t do anything like his siblings do, because of you.
Your old dog is paralyzed. He can’t urinate on his own. He can’t walk on his own. He can’t do much on his own. I look at him and wonder what kind of dog would Archie be, if it wasn’t for you. When he first came home from being hospitalized for more than five days – he met my best friend and her husband. When her husband, that looks to have a similar built to you (yes, I know this cause of your Facebook page), your dog flinched. He coward and dropped his head and front shoulders to the floor, when a guy that resembles you, went to show him love. This is behavior that is learned from being abused.
When I look and interact with your old dog, I often wonder how he ended up in your hands. How such a gift of life, could be placed with such a scummy, piece of shit like yourself. I often ask myself, what makes a man. What makes a guy, a man? And not a scummy, no good, piece of trash – like yourself. Then I look at your old dog. Any ‘man’ that could do what you have done to him, or any ‘man’ that could discard a living, breathing and loving creature like you have, is no man in my book. A real man, would have provided shelter, love, food, and all medical care one could give to him. A real man, would have answered my messages and ran to help, when I said I had your dog. A real man, would have never altered the life of an individual like you did. Because of you, your dog will rely on daily medical assistance. Because of you, your dog may never walk again. Because of you, he may never be able to urinate or defecate on his own. Because of you – your dog, is now mine.
Meet Archie More, Kenneth. Archie Moore is a gentle soul, that panics when I walk out of the room. He’s a sweet little boy that sleeps right next to me every night, warm and safe. He’s an awesome little dude who I physically make him urinate, four times a day. He’s a cute little boy, who I have to clean his rear end, numerous times a day, from defecating on himself. Archie Moore, walks with a wheel chair and runs after geese with assistance from around the world. I watch Archie and see the frustration on his face, when he can’t do basic things like he used to. I watch him while he learns to be mobile and learn to live with his disability. I watch the happiness that comes over his face, when he accomplishes just little things, he used to not be able to. Archie Moore has an army and family from across the world – because of your actions.
Kenneth Brabbin, I pitty you. I look at your Facebook page and sometimes vomit a little in my mouth when I see your face. Because, I live daily with the dog, who was dealt a crappy hand – because of you. I kiss the sweet face, that used to flinch from fright – by the hands of you. I pitty the fact that you will never receive the unconditional love that Archie gives me daily. I pitty the fact, that you have no conscience, morals, or soul. Archie Moore has an army behind him of men and women, from around the world, who has made his medical and rehabilitation process, possible.
Kenneth, I would never wish anyone ill. I would never wish harm upon anyone, not even you. That would make me just as horrible and heartless – just like you. It would bring me to your level, and that, Kenneth, I am not. But, I do hope, that someone see’s this and confronts you. I do hope, that someone stops you on the street and shares Archie’s strides and successes. I do hope that you have to live with the shame of what you did. Archie didn’t deserve this life. He didn’t deserve the pain and long road of therapy and extensive medical care that he faces. The only good thing that came out of your shitty, self centered, low life, no good, scummy actions – is that he became mine. He has the mother and family that he always deserved. He receives meals daily and gets endless love from me, the Ruffles Family, friends, and from everyone across the world. While he has to live the life he so utterly deserved, paralyzed, he finally gets to live it.
I would never, understand how a ‘man’ placed an innocent dog in this situation. Kenneth, you are no man in my book. You are disgusting. You are scum. You are a cowardly excuse for a human being. I truly, don’t know how you live with yourself and your actions. I will never understand it and I could never wrap my head around how you treated a living, breathing, and helpless animal, like you did, but, some of us has a conscience and heart.
Archie Moore’s Mother