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Old 02-23-2005, 07:28 PM
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I'm sure this has been posted here before, but I was reading it and just thought I'd post it hear again

How Could You?
By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I intertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and murderd pillows, I became you best freind. When I was "bad", you'd shake a 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 beleived life could not be more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, ice cream (only I got the cones because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun, waiting for you to come home for the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you paitently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disapointments, never chided you about bad desicions, 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 excitment. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried I might hurt them and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or in a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisnor 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 the 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 listened 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'd produce a photo of me from your wallet and start telling them stories about me. These past few years, you've just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dogs to "just a dog", and you resented every expedenture on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving into an apartment that doesn't allow pets. You've made a right desicion for your "family", but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride untill we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, fear, and hopelessness. You filled out the paper work and said, "I know you'll 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 sons hand from my collar as he screamed, "No Daddy! Don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship, loyalty, about love and responsiblity, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You have 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 a good home. They shook their heads and said, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us at the shelter as their busy scheduals allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appitite days ago.

At first, when anyone past my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- or 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 froliking for attention puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me that day, and I padded along beside her into a seperate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on a table, gently rubbing my ears, telling me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation for what was to come, but there was also a sence of relief. The prisnor of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden with which she bears lays heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I new your every mood. She gentley 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 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 layed down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmurd, "How could you?"

Prehaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored, 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 by 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.


-- that says it all.......
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Old 02-23-2005, 08:52 PM
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This made me cry! I would never leave any of my pets for a man!!
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Old 02-23-2005, 10:52 PM
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That is really touching.

In case anyone wants to print it out I took the liberty of spell-checking it and correcting some minor gramar faux paus.

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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 murdered pillows, I became you best friend. When I was "bad", you'd shake a 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 life could not be more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, ice cream (only I got the cones because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun, waiting for you to come home for the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and 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 I might hurt them and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or in 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 the 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 listened 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'd produce a photo of me from your wallet and start telling them stories about me. These past few years, you've 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 into an apartment that doesn't allow pets. You've made a 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, fear, and hopelessness. You filled out the paper work and said, "I know you'll 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 sonís hand from my collar as he screamed, "No Daddy! Don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship, 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 have 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 a good home. They shook their heads and said, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us at the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, when anyone past my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- or 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 puppies, oblivious to their fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me that day, and I padded along beside her into a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on a table, gently rubbing my ears, telling me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation for 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 with which she bears lays heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I new 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 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 that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored, 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 by 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.
P.S. This makes me think about my sister who gave up her two cats that she'd had for 6 and 4 years BEFORE her first kid was born....ya know...JUST IN CASE it didn't work out. Since then she's adopted and returned two seperate puppies because they (OMG!) actually JUMPED on the kids.

Thinking about that just pisses me off to no end.
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Old 02-24-2005, 09:23 AM
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Let me guess, BG, you didn't keep your ire to yourself, did you? My sis is one of those soulless corporate attorneys and even she won't give up her animals!
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Old 02-24-2005, 11:37 AM
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Not only does that story tell you NOT to dump a dog, it also points out their loyalty to you. And it makes you think, "If I get a dog, what will happen to it when I have kids or move?" I just thought it was really good - if not sad - and I decided to share it with you guys.
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Old 02-24-2005, 01:19 PM
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That was so sad!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sitting here at my desk with tears rolling down my cheeks. Such loyal, loving companions. They never deserve that.

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Old 02-24-2005, 08:08 PM
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I'm still crying. I could never give up my pets. When I got divorced over 2 years ago, the thought never entered my mind about giving up CJ. Luckily CJ doesn't take to strangers right away and when my "X" tried to introduce CJ to his new girlfriend & kids, CJ growled. Well they didn't want anything to do with CJ. Even if CJ didn't growl, I would never have let him take her away from me. CJ has been my love, my life, and my support through the ending of that marriage. She has a special place in my heart. Even the animals I have now and will have in the future I could and would never give up. They are family.
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Old 02-25-2005, 12:51 AM
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OMG i am sitting here balling my eyes out...i have 4 cats and 2 dogs and our bunny and now guinea pigs, 1 dog, 4 cats and the bunny where all before i got married and had my children, i could never ever give up my pets...i still have everyone and now added on to the family...

this is such a sad truth...im still crying and can barely see the monitor as i type...WOW...im so sensitive to these things...

these guys are my furry kids along with my non-furry kids...we are one big loving petting zoo and i would never give them up for anything, no man, no child, nothing!!!

my husband was worried about datyn when the twins where born, and you know he is the same way as the dog described in this story, he is loyal to them and lets them do anything to him (not that i let them) i am teaching my kids to love a pet and how to be compassionate to them, and they are learning, they are young but learning...and my datyn, hes such a good boy...sabre on the other hand, he is tempermentel, but i know he loves them, they are just to active for him and i think too young, even though they are the same age, but not really...god this really tore my heart out!!!


this should be posted on every shelter door as a person enters to give up their dog!!!

AND THEY SHOULD MAKE THEM READ IT!!!!

im so sad now
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who here is crying? <raises hand>

That's so sad.
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