Across The Way Thread #22221
How could you?
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IF YOU HAVE A DOG ? READ THIS STORY
IF YOU HAD A DOG - READ THIS STORY
IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A DOG ? READ THIS STORY

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 housetraining 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, 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 have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. 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 or cat, 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 goodbye 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, 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. 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 meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

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 animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on 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.

Copyright Jim Willis 2001, all rights reserved

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rios-girl4everSubjectRe: How could you?
PostedThu, Aug 02, 2007 09:06PM GMTMethodWeb-Site
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Well that sure made me cry
.as i looked at both my dogs
(1 was a shelter dog & the other came from an abuse and neglect situation) i thought of what might of became of them had i not took them. It's like i always say..people are fine but if i had to choose i would rather live in a world with nothing but animals..(and maybe a few people who love animals as much as me). Thanks for posting the poem it was sad but truthful and needs to be shared.


Lots Of Love...Val
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It always makes me happy to know that someone has a shelter pet, cuz i`ve seen the conditions which they live in, it really breaks my heart. I wasn`t sure to forward this story as i`m not against euthanasia and i don`t think spay and neuter campaigns are the right solution, but i guess it`s necessary in the society that we live in. Anyhow, i am against animal shelters because of all the things that i know about them.
I`ve been judged many times for thinking as you do,Val. I guess my points of view when it comes to people and animals can be pretty rigorous.

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rios-girl4everSubjectRe: How could you?
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Here is a link to take you on a tour of some shelters in the U.S.

http://www.nokilladvocacycenter.org/tour/tour1.html

I was in tears for a while after looking at and reading it.

People can condemn me for the way i feel on the subject of animals but i refuse to change the way i feel for anyone.


Lots Of Love...Val
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Hi!
wow... that was so sad, it sure made me cry. And I don't even have a dog
There is so many animals in the world who has to be put down in shelters just because no one wants them. I don't understand why someone would give away their animal just like that... I just don't understand.
When you take on an animal you have to stand by him or her, and if they find the curage to trust you, why would any one give them up? If you get my point. I feel very strong about these things, and that's one of the many reasons I became a member of People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PeTA).
This story reflects the cruel rality for many animals, in this case dogs, who has been given up by their families. Because of what has happened to them, they loose their interest in life, and becomes depressed and so on. I could never ever do something like that. I love all animals in all shapes, and I just hope for them to have a happy life and to be able to find someone who loves them.
This story deserves to be heard, so do you mind if I copy it and put it up on other sites?
Have a nice day!

~there is a Rio in all of us~
//Felicia

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