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Cyn Rich

Cyn is gathering 5,500 signatures to

Tell The Usda To Shut Down Law Breaking Puppy Mills!

I've seen this in person. You cannot imagine the damage being done to these tiny defenseless animals. They're kept in cages barely large enough for them to turn around. Usually the cages have wire bottoms, which are horrible for any animal to stand on at length or worse, lie on. Most of these puppies never even feel ground underneath their paws until they are purchased. Worse yet are the females they keep for breeding. They NEVER get out of the cages and are kept pregnant until they are considered no longer viable as producers. The only thing that can stop this is the legislation and more importantly, the enforcement of said legislation. Your signature WILL make a difference and better still, share it with your friends. PLEASE help. Thank you, cyn

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Cyn Rich

Cyn is gathering 10 signatures to

Let's End Animal Testing And Vivisection

The brutality that small and large but helpless animals endure to ensure our make up is ok, our cold medicine causes drowsiness, 1000 sodas a day will possibly cause Cancer cells to develop or any other of a litany of abominable tests is UNACCEPTABLE. Help me STOP this flagrant abuse of these guiltless and helpless creatures. There are other ways to do these tests!!!

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Cyn Rich

Cyn is gathering 50 signatures to

Make M&S And Next Stop Selling Angora.

Several years ago, I adopted a baby lop-ear bunny (aka "rabbit"). In my childhood I had many animals: ducks, a Great Dane, a Beagle, a Gerbil, a Guinea Pig (I was about 23 when I got the pig. "FurBall"), a Blue Tick Hound, a toy Poodle, a couple of mice..... You get the picture. I got FooFoo when I was about 30. I was taking my mom to the grocery store which happened to be by a pet store. My mom screamed like a (excuse the expression) scalded cat when I dragged her in. Her words? "I don't care what it is, don't look, you can't have it, PUT IT BACK" -- yeah, I know. All of a sudden I was 5 years old. I saw the bunnies. Two black and a cotton-tail. My mom knew it was all over. She sighed and asked "Do you need any money to help you pay for the bunny, or the food, or the vitamins....?" Yakita, yakita. It was complete love at first sight on both parts. The Chihuahua (Harry) had real issues with, in his opinion, the "interloper", but after he figured out that Foo was now a roomie -- he was sort of on board. He became completely on board when FooFoo, a year later, reached full size. "Dwarf Bunnie" my happy A**. Foo outweighed Harry by 10 pounds. The bunny was playful and I never kept him in a cage so he took over the house. Just a note here - it's easier to litter box train a rabbit than it is a cat. This little (well, sort of little) ball of fluff with the famous white tail ate whatever I was eating, sans meat. At times I spent more money on Foo than I did myself! I picked out special micro-greens, baby carrots, celery that I sliced thinly myself..... the list goes on. TWO grocery store saved their trimmings so I could go through them for the bunny. Foo Foo's favorite food? Chinese fortune cookies. I don't know why; sometimes you just have to accept things as they come to you. My mom and I ate at the same Chinese restaurant every Wednesday and we told our waitress (also the owner) about Foo's food fetish. She started giving me a small bag of fortune cookies every time we ate there. I was traveling a lot about that time and I'd take the bunny over to mom's so she could Foo sit. This was hysterical. She'd let the fluffy-butt out into her fenced in back yard and brother, it was off to the races. You never saw a happier "wabbit". When I'd get home, I could call him and he'd not only come to me, he'd stand up on his hind legs and put his front paws on my calves to be picked up. This was an extremely intelligent and loving animal. Foo lived a long life, for rabbits. Nevertheless, when he died? Even my dog and cat were depressed for days. Harry kept looking for his bunny. This campaign is important to me -- why??? Simple. Two words. FOR FOO-FOO. I beg you to help. Eternal thanks, Cyndy Rich

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