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06-01-2005, 07:35 PM | #1 |
Donating YT 14K Club Member | How Could You? 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 belly rub. 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 mytail 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. |
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06-01-2005, 07:56 PM | #2 |
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| That was soooo sad ....made me |
06-01-2005, 07:57 PM | #3 |
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| Oh I can't handle that.....i am now bawling.....i know it's not my babies thoughts, but i know it is the reality of far tooo many wonderful animals out there. HOW COULD THEY??? |
06-01-2005, 08:01 PM | #5 |
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| Oh my gosh, so sad. It broke my heart and make me cry. But this is so true, How could they? indeed. |
06-01-2005, 08:05 PM | #6 |
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| omg I am that was so sad...
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06-01-2005, 08:17 PM | #7 |
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| That is truly sad! I really hope this doesn't happen to any Yorkie ever! Thankfully I think Yorkies are more likely to be rescued than other breeds? It's still sad to know that this happens to other dogs... |
06-01-2005, 08:18 PM | #8 |
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| Evertime I read that I cry. Thanks for posting it. |
06-01-2005, 08:35 PM | #9 |
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| I handed that out in Zoies puppie's packets along with a few other poems. I also had a 5 page questionaire and a contract that gives me first right of refusal should they ever not want or unable to care for the dogs.
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06-01-2005, 09:22 PM | #10 | |
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06-01-2005, 10:18 PM | #11 |
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| Wow - that was sooo sad - I am crying my eyes out right now. But it is so true - the story seen from the dogs point of view not ours... People do this every day around the world. How can they?
__________________ Mette - proud mother of Kali - 6 lbs, born on March 18th 2004 Mare - 4 lbs, born on January 28th 2005 |
06-02-2005, 03:04 AM | #12 |
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| I've always said if my dogs can't go neither can I! Cinder's (big dog) former owners left her at the dog pound! She is one of the greatest blessings of my life! I'll never understand how someone could have not wanted Cinder! That post makes me weep!
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06-02-2005, 03:31 AM | #13 |
Yorkie Kisses are the Best! Donating Member | I have such a hard time reading things like this - I DO read them ... but I cry - always....after I finished bawling my eyes out I came back to edit this post.... I pretty much have kleenex next to my computer for these kinds of stories.....that was an expecially good one - sniff...gave me chills too....I was with my cocker Lady at her time.... and I truly hope she knew our love for her was why her last day was on a cold table.... with me holding her crying...I'll never forget her or that day.....Man I can't even TYPE this without crying....
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06-02-2005, 04:41 AM | #14 |
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| This is a real sad story but unfortunately a reality one . Yesterday , I went to the clinic with Zsa Zsa for her exam . I was waiting to see the vet when I saw my neighbour coming out of the euthanasia's office . As I was curious to saw her , I asked her what happens , she simply told me that she just have had Sukki euthanazied because she was tired of having pee on the rug and constant barking. She gave false excuses to the vet and he believed her . Sukki was a 2 years old , 4 pounds little man . I was really at her . I really can't tell you what I told her . How come peoples can be so stupid ? |
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