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My name was Medusa.

I was just a young pussy. A whole life would open up before me, full of possibilities.

I was a sensitive pussy. Undersocialized. The human world was hard for me to comprehend. Actions were swift, intentions unclear, voices sometimes too loud. Everything could become a source of insecurity. I needed some time... so much time. With patience. With respect.

But one day, everything turned upside down.

Someone broke into my house. Without even being ready. Without me understanding it. For a pussy like me, already fragile, it was too much. Way too fast. Way too intense.

I am so overwhelmed by fear.

My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode. I was looking for a way out, somewhere to hide, somewhere to disappear. Running away wasn't an option... This was a vital need.

But they didn't leave me this space.

They tried to hug me

For you, it might have been a reassuring gesture. For me it was the other way around. It was a compulsion. A menace. A total misunderstanding of what I've been experiencing. I just couldn't escape. I was excited, terrified, with no way out.

So I did what so many animals do when they run out of options.

I stood up for myself

Not because of aggression. Not out of meanness.

Out of fear.

But this... we didn't see it.

They forgot I didn't attack, I reacted.

At the shelter, though... I was making some progress.

With the staff With the patient volunteers. Those who understood not to go too fast. Who let me come to them Sometimes I would accept the petting. Sometimes I stayed a little longer. Every small step was a huge victory for me.

It was fragile, but it was real.

With time, with the right environment — hiding places, heights, a space to retreat when I needed it, maybe a quiet house, even several floors — I could have kept moving forward. A patient family, willing to respect my limits, might have changed my fate.

Yet another shelter, ready to give me more time, to continue this work slowly initiated... just might have been enough.

But i never got that chance.
Given the injuries I caused to a human, it was decided to close the "Medusa" file.

We haven't seen beyond my fear. My potential hasn't been seen. They didn't see the pussy I could become, if only I had the time.

I was still early in my life.

And I so wish people would understand me.

I so wish I was given a chance.

I could have learned.

I could have changed.

I could have liked... without being afraid.

But the shelter was full, and my adoption would have taken awhile.

Removing myself from the equation just got easier and faster... 

My name was Medusa. I was just a young cat, full of potential and opportunities. Life had so much to offer for someone like me, a sensitive soul who found the bustling human world overwhelming and perplexing. I was undersocialized, and the world was a cacophony of swift movements and booming voices, each an unpredictable puzzle that left me insecure and frightened. All I needed was time, patience, and a gentle hand guiding me, helping me find peace and safety in this loud world.

But one day, my safe haven was shattered. Someone broke into my sanctuary, without warning or understanding. The world spun, and I was left disoriented, my already fragile trust in the human world irrevocably shaken. In search of refuge, in need of understanding, I found myself in the last place I ever imagined: Proanima.

Proanima, an organization that should be a sanctuary, a place of rescue and hope, has been in the business of killing animals, handling them as numbers—statistics to be managed rather than lives to be cherished. It was there that my story ended prematurely, my potential unrealized, my life cut tragically short.

Proanima euthanizes countless animals, including cats like me, often due to something as trivial as a bite. This policy of immediate euthanasia is a destructive cycle that fails to address the root issues such as undersocialization or behavioral challenges, issues that can often be remedied with time, understanding, and proper care.

We are calling on Proanima to adopt more humane practices that recognize the intrinsic value of every animal's life. Implement comprehensive assessment procedures for each animal, focusing on rehabilitation and providing behavioral support. Address problems with care and empathy, and employ alternative methods that favor life over senseless destruction.

Proanima, it’s time to stop. End unnecessary killings and champion the well-being of those creatures entrusted to your care. Medusa's story should be a rallying cry, not a recurring tragedy.

Please sign this petition to urge Proanima to change its protocol, putting compassion over convenience, life over euthanasia. Together, we can help redirect Proanima's mission towards genuinely assisting the animals, not ending their lives too soon.