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05-07-2009, 10:59 PM | #1 |
Yorkie Talker Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: California :)
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| Before you click this get a tissue at hand! This is a very sad poem! PLEASE READ! This is a very sad poem about why its SOOOO important you take responsibility when owning a dog. This is what happens to millions and millions of dogs every year. People NEED take the responsibility and the commitment when owning a dog! You cannot get a dog on impulse and say aww its cute I must have it! You must be ready and be COMMITMENT for the dogs INTER LIFE! After you read this think to yourself - Would you do this to you child? I THINK NOT. There is NO difference! Please read, if you could print out the poem and hang it at local shelters, show people, send it through email - get this poem out so people realize what goes on everyday to these poor dogs that give nothing but unconditional love. I will give a link to the website where I got the poem at the end. Thats where you can print it out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HOW COULD YOU?? 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 have 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 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 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 dog speak, 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 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. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Link to the poem (you can print it out there) Poem -- How Could You?
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05-08-2009, 10:35 AM | #2 |
Yorkie Talker Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: California :)
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| Sorry for any typos at the beginning. I was typing fast as I had to go, I apologize for that. Oh I said "You must be ready and be COMMITMENT for the dogs INTER LIFE!" sorry I meant "COMMITTED" for the dogs INTER LIFE!. Thanks for taking the time to read all that! God bless That poem made my tear at the end. But its just so true. People don't realize that they have there friends, tv, games, cars etc but your dog only has YOU.
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05-08-2009, 10:39 AM | #3 |
Gina, (Lexi's Mommy) Donating Member Join Date: May 2005 Location: LONG ISLAND,NY
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| omg!!!!!!! im hysterical. holy crap.. omg!!!! i just torture myself all the time.. why ?
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05-23-2009, 07:00 PM | #5 |
Yorkie Yakker Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: New York
Posts: 26
| Very emmotional poem. I couldn't stop crying. I ran to the room and start giving kisses and hughs to my baby Achilles. Achilles Mom |
05-23-2009, 09:00 PM | #6 |
Senior Yorkie Talker Join Date: May 2009 Location: San Francisco, CA
Posts: 101
| I was reading the poem out loud to my boyfriend. I was only half way into the poem when I got to the part of the relocation. Our baby, Kaia has completely transformed our lives and we couldn't imagine what life would be like without her. Thanks for posting this. It's so sad but true for so many people who don't realize how much of a commitment getting a pet is! |
05-24-2009, 07:05 AM | #7 |
Chloe's Mommy! Donating Member Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Cornwall, ON
Posts: 1,968
| I didn't read this just now, but I've read it before and I bawled for days if not weeks. It haunted me forever and I had pretty significant anxiety issues leaving Chloe at home even just to go to the grocery store or something. I had kind of forgotten about it, but as soon as I saw the title I knew what it was
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05-24-2009, 07:21 AM | #8 |
Senior Yorkie Talker Join Date: May 2009 Location: Chorley, England
Posts: 147
| so sad..... after reading that i found it impossible to ever do a thing like that to my cleo i love her to bits an would miss her if she had to go to a home |
05-24-2009, 08:57 AM | #9 |
Donating YT Addict Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Virginia
Posts: 2,865
| I've read this poem before too. I loved it!!!! As I'm a firm believer in adding a dog to your family is a life time investment. My husband and I are splitting up and though the option to move out and just leave the huge house payment behind was an option, I've chosen to be house poor so that my Great Pyrenees can have his yard. Moving him to an apartment (though he's not an overly active dog) would depress him IMO as he loves to run the fence line and check his property several times a day And re-homing him is not something I'm willing to do! He is my baby and I'd work 16 hour shifts if I had to, in order to keep him. I love, love, love that poem!!!! Thanks for sharing! I wish every animal shelter would frame a copy of that and hang it on their walls. Or paint it in a large mural on their wall. It hits home that well IMO. And newly adopting parents should be made to read it and asked if they could see their selves doing that to then new family member if their lives changed as this owner did. Might make some people really think before they commit. And for those who chose not to adopt after reading, they would be the ones that returned the puppy once they were tired of it anyway.
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05-24-2009, 05:05 PM | #10 |
YT 3000 Club Member | how sad and beautiful, I would become homeless before I could ever get rid of chester, that cute face and kisses every morning is the only thing that keeps me going some days. My dog is my life, I wish I was at home to love him up right now. |
05-24-2009, 07:20 PM | #11 |
YT 3000 Club Member Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hanford, CA
Posts: 4,895
| I have read this poem before> it still sends chills down me . Glad you posted it. Pets are forever, and not to be treated like something to be thrown away.
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05-25-2009, 05:50 AM | #12 |
Yorkie Kisses are the Best! Donating Member | I've seen that one and it still gets me ..... what's horrible is that every single day hundreds and hundreds of pets are put down that are perfectly healthy .... thanks for posting it |
05-25-2009, 06:16 AM | #13 |
YT Addict Join Date: May 2009 Location: New Jersey
Posts: 270
| This is the second time I have seen this poem. Once in the shelter I rescued my baby boy from and now here on this site. It hurts to believe what the pets must have to go through. How could someone do this to an animal? Are they any different from someones kid? No. But people think they are disposable. Thank you for posting this poem. Hopefully everyone will read it.
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05-25-2009, 06:44 AM | #14 |
Yorkie Yakker Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: new jersey
Posts: 61
| im crying now! that is so sad! i ran to my breezy and promised him he would be MY dog forever.. |
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