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Discussion in 'Dog Chat' started by georges mummy, Dec 6, 2007.


  1. georges mummy

    georges mummy PetForums Member

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    i just read this and cryed
    HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

    When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
    You
    called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of
    murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"
    you'd
    shake your finger at me and ask How could you?" -- but then you'd relent
    and
    roll me over for a bellyrub.

    My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were
    terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of
    nuzzling
    you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I
    believed
    that life could not be any more perfect.

    We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream
    (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I
    took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the
    day.

    Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and
    more
    time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you
    through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad
    decisions,
    and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

    She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our
    home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you
    were
    happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was
    fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother
    them,
    too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of
    my time
    banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

    Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love." As they
    began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled
    themselves
    up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave
    me
    kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because
    your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my
    life if
    need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to
    their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of
    your
    car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you
    had
    a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them
    stories
    about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the
    subject.

    I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every
    expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another
    city,
    and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
    You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when
    I was
    your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the
    animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.
    You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for
    her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the
    realities
    facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's
    fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let
    them
    take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught
    him
    about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about
    respect
    for all life.

    You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely
    refused
    to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I
    have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew
    about
    your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good
    home
    . They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

    They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules
    allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,
    whenever
    anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had
    changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would
    at
    least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

    When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of
    happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and
    waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and
    I padded
    along the aisle after her to a separate room.

    A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and
    told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come,
    but
    there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

    As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears
    weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every
    mood.
    She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her
    cheek. I
    licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
    She
    expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and
    the
    cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily,
    looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

    Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry."

    She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went
    to
    a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have
    to
    fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this
    earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her
    with a
    thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

    It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will
    think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue
    to show
    you so much loyalty.

    A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as
    you
    read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite
    story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in
    American &
    Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your
    websites,
    in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the
    public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for
    life,
    that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another
    appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local
    humane society
    or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is
    precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay &
    neuter
    campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

    Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it
    could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet.

    Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.
     
  2. Eolabeo

    Eolabeo Guest

    :( again another thread i cryed over :(
     
  3. Victoria311617

    Victoria311617 PetForums Junior

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    omg that is so awful it hit home for me having to have my rottie put to sleep 3 years ago because he could no longer walk and even though it was the best decision for him it haunts me that he hates me for it!:( (Gimli you are forever in my heart i will see you again!)
     
  4. Eolabeo

    Eolabeo Guest

    so sorry to hear that, im sure he knows the decision you made was the right one.

    Thats the only downfall with owning pets, the saying goodbye when that dreaded time comes.

    i h8 to say this but i look at my old girl and wonder how long we have with her, i know i should'nt but i do, im dreading it, she's been through thick and thin with me and i cannot imagine my life without her x .
     
  5. Victoria311617

    Victoria311617 PetForums Junior

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    I cant even say that this past 3 years it has gotten easier to deal with i still miss his droopy face and the way he was with caden when he was a baby in memory of him i post this piccy so we can all see how even what people class as dangerous dogs can be as soft as any other dog with the right training. Its not very good but its get the message across!
    A wise man namely my grandfather who is now with my darling gimli once told me and i quote "YOU DONT GET BAD PETS JUST BAD PET OWNERS!" This i believe to be very true it doesnt matter what breed a dog is aslong as it has the right upbringing they are the same as children they need direction that is all!

    SO EVERYONE LOVE YOUR PET UNCONDITIONALLY AS THEY DO FOR US,CUDDLE THEM AND TELL THEM HOW YOU FEEL EVEN IF WE THINK THEY DONT UNDERSTAND THEY GET ALOT MORE THAN WE KNOW, AND DONT BE ASHAMED TO SHOW YOUR TRUE SELF OR TO CRY INFRONT OF YOUR PETS FOR THEY WONT JUDGE YOU THEY WILL ONLY SHOW YOU THE LOVE AND RESPECT THAT YOU DESERVE AND THEIR UNDYING LOYALTY AND SUPPORT!

    After all isnt this all everyone wants man or beast!
     

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  6. georges mummy

    georges mummy PetForums Member

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    im so sorry if that caused you any upset that was not my intention.
    you obviously cared and still do quite deeply about your dog.
    it just seems there is just so many people out there that are willing to just dump their responsabilities for no reason.
    again i apologise for any upset this thread has caused.
     
  7. Lost Bird

    Lost Bird PetForums Member

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    I know how you feel to loose your rottie, we lost ours in 2004 and things were not the same. He had a hip operation as he had a problem walking and we lost him as he started bleeding internally. I can't change anything but it hurts to look @ his pics. We've got another now, he's 2 and a 52kg bear!! he's off the same blood line as our other and I can see him in his eyes!!! :(
     
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