Persuasive Essay On Animal Abuse

Growing up, I was always a huge animal lover, but I never really paid attention to how they were treated. In middle school, I was a really big meat eater. If it had meat in or on it, I was going to eat it. It didn’t bother me when people told me that they were going to go hunting or fishing. I never went myself, but it was like a extra curricular activity for them. In seventh grade when I got my very first dog named Peanut, I started to really pay closer attention to how animals were being treated. He might be a dog, but Peanut has changed my life in more ways than one. I grew up in a family of extreme meat eaters, so naturally I would be too. My grandparents would always go hunt some kind of animal for dinner. If it was moving,

The ASPCA commercials about animal abuse with Sarah McLachlan in the background while it shows pictures of dogs and cats. They were extremely sad, and I would always turn them off. I began to wonder how anyone could treat an animal so harshly. I would look at Peanut and see how tiny he is, and think about what kind of disgusting human being would try to hurt such a innocent creature. I decided that I was going to look up laws against animals abuse. I clicked on a link to the PETA website, and saw that there were videos that I could watch. That was a huge mistake. The videos I watched were extremely graphic. I won’t go into detail, but 30 seconds into the video I was crying my eyes out. The things I saw people do to animals for their fur was horrific. At that moment, I decided that I was never ever going to wear fur. I remember thinking about Peanut while I was watching the videos. I figured that anybody could have come and picked him, and everything I was watching could be happening to him right now. After multiple days of watching videos and reading different articles online, I started to become furious with my parents and grandparents. Knowing that they would kill innocent animals for sport and then eat them made me sick. Slowly but surely, through my seventh grade year in school, I stopped eating

I don’t go to zoos or aquariums anymore. SeaWorld is a prison for the whales. The stadiums my favorite band plays in are bigger than the tanks they keep their Orcas in. The only good thing about SeaWorld is that they help injured sea animals recover, and then return them to the wild. That is where I want to see animals, in the wild where they belong. Running or swimming for miles, not doing tricks for your entertainment. When I hear my people talking about how they “just love to go hunting”, I get really frustrated with them. After years of yelling at my grandparents for going hunting, they have finally stopped. I refuse to take part in anything that has to do with the hunting and killing of animals. I want to start some kind of petition that says it should be illegal to kill any kind of animal for sport. I believe that the people who intentionally hurt an animal should spend their pathetic life in jail. I could never imagine hurting any kind of animal. I once told my mom after watching a movie about a shark attack that if I was ever attacked by any kind of animal to not kill it. She looked at me like I was crazy, but it’s the honest truth. If I’m ever attacked by a shark, and it takes my arm off, just let it