Toronto Humane Society A House Of Horrors — Closed Indefinitely

Small, brindle-marked dog posed on table in studio
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It’s a hell of a story if you love animals – Toronto’s Humane Society closed indefinitely after a raid last Thursday found scary conditions, including a dead cat mummified in the ceiling. Since the raid by the Ontario Society for the Protection of Animals, a puppy, two cats, a dog and a raccoon have had to be euthanized, so terrible was the condition they were found in, reports the Toronto Star:

“I have seen things that have made me cry and haunted my dreams in that building,” said Marcie Laking, a former animal-care worker who has spoken out numerous times against the society.

Laking started working at the society as a volunteer in 2001, and became a staff member in 2005. By 2006, what she had seen in the building had taken its toll.

“I remember taking dead animals when my shifts would start, and dead kittens,” said Laking. “These animals are dying painful deaths – from ailments that are not being treated, are not being treated properly or can’t be treated – and they are dying in their cages.”

The body of the mummified cat was put on display Friday during a guided media tour of the facility. Strooband led groups of journalists and television crews through the area of the building used to house about 1,000 cats.

Steal My Mom's Ashes. Yeah, That Makes Your Cause Appealing.

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Here’s the way to get my sympathy, my vote and a big fat check to support your animal rights activism — steal my mom’s ashes and desecrate my family’s graves. That’s the latest shock tactic being used in Europe.

Today’s Wall Street Journal, and others, report a new wave of arson and personal attacks on the homes, cars and even family gravesites of European corporate executives whose pharmaceutical firms are conducting research using live animals, in a process called, truthfully and horrifyingly, vivisection.

Many years ago, I reported one of the first magazine stories on this sort of zealotry and its effects on research. To do so, I visited a Toronto research lab and what I saw there was indelibly sad and weird, like a living cat with electrodes implanted in its head, its external, fur-covered ears removed. It turned my stomach. But every single day, someone, somewhere is going to be treated with a drug, medication or medical procedure  — (let alone a mascara or skin cream) — that may save their life that was, quite likely, first tested, many times, on an animal. This saddens me and I wish there were completely effective ways to test the many effects of new scientific ideas outside of the body of a living creature.

But these terrorist tactics make me just as sick.