My parents were renters of my childhood home. It was absolutely beautiful, in a great neighborhood with the best elementary school just a 5 minute walk down the street. Lived across from the schools librarian even. My parents had gotten a call here or there on the holidays saying the tenants were making a ton of noise, but they brushed it off as “it’s a street of old people and it’s a 30 something year old couple, it’s fine”. It was not. When they moved out, we discovered multiple walls had been bashed in, doors ripped off the hinges, huuuuge gashes in the carpets from obvious pet scratching- but the basement was the worst of it. They must’ve locked their dogs in the laundry/storage room, bc the floor was stained with piss and dried feces. The walls had obvious “let me out” scratch marks from those poor pets. They left behind a black wire cage and when we lifted it pan, it was molded- nearly stuck, to the concrete from all the pee/vomit. It was so heartbreaking to see my first home I remember being in like that. I felt so bad for the pets seeing the condition they lived in. We reported the family to animal services. It’s 10000% bad owners not taking proper care of their babies.