If you love dogs the way I do this is a tear Jerker!

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  1. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

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    -----Original Message-----


    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 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.



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    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.:cry:
     
  2. bluejay

    bluejay Well-Known Member

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    Thank you PK. I can tell your a dog lover just a smuch as I am. I worked at an animal control for a year back in the early 70s and could tell you some horrible experiences.
     

  3. Wyocatman

    Wyocatman New Member

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    Ive had three dogs in my life. Still have two of them. The first was a beagle I grew up with. Some old man shot him because he was running loose. He was 15 yrs old. I recieved community service for shooting the man with a pellet rifle and he recieved three months in county for animal cruelty. My labs are 9 and five now. I know someday ill lose them both but even with the birth of my son, I have never forgotten my best friends. I even have a picture of the oldest, (Dakota) tatooed on my back. Sad sad story though snd more often than not true.

    It did make me cry, Dru
     
  4. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

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    I appreciate your comments Brother,but as for the stories I think I'll pass. I get my love for dogs from my late Mother.We had a little Boston Terrier when I was a girl,and she became blind,and lost control of her bowels and bladder. Mom knew it was time,but she had my Dad,call the vet and she went to work.She just couldn't stand to be there. The vet came and he told my father in all his vet practice this was the job he hated most. Dad said he put her to sleep right there in Mom's recliner where she happened to be lieing. Then we got another pup and raised him I got married and had him for several years but low and behold one night he stayed under the bed and coughed up white frothy foam all night.We found out his little heart was failing. Mom called my husband and told him to come up and bring his gun and explained why. I stayed at the house,I just couldn't and wouldn't go!
    I wish so bad I would have chosen that option when I had to put my "Beloved" Thaddeus down. I will never ever go through that again period. I still grieve for him,he was my lil buddy! Sorry for the long post. Hope I didn't bore anyone!:sad2:
     
  5. catfishjohn

    catfishjohn New Member

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    I have that saved on my PC. I sent it to a bunch of my family and got chewed out for making them cry...I loved it but its sad!
     
  6. baitchunker

    baitchunker New Member

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    humans suck sometimes. i love my two dawgs Suzy and Hank. me and my wife have had to grow up some, but to walk away and abandon my babies? i dont think so. in the words of hank williams jr. "i'd luv to spit some beechnut in that dude's eye"

    j.d.
     
  7. Baitkiller

    Baitkiller New Member

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    I refused to read the post above.... just HAD one of our dogs put down and it was not the one I like the most. I cried like a baby!!! This is the 2nd dog I put down and decided the vet way is not the Humane way for us humans or atleast me. Too drawn out and too long of a process to be present to.

    :cry: :sad_2a: :beated:
     
  8. Gator

    Gator New Member

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    I too just had to put down my dog and I cried klike a baby and still do.
     
  9. Mickey

    Mickey New Member Supporting Member

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    Pat thanks for sharing. Yes it is a tear jerker. Very touching. I have never had to put a dog to sleep and hope that day never comes. I have a Cha-wa-wa that is 9 years old and very much the boss of the house.
     
  10. RiverKing

    RiverKing New Member

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    WOW, that was pretty sad, I would never give my dog away, or anything like that
     
  11. rebelzgrl76

    rebelzgrl76 New Member

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    WOW, thas heart wrenching. Thanks pat for posting, hardly see the other perspective. Thanks for sharing.
    :sad2:
     
  12. postbeetle

    postbeetle New Member

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    Been there-done that many times. Never was easy. You can only take so many home.
     
  13. MRR

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    Thanks Pat,you sure know how to wash a persons eyes out.Daggone you anyway. Good story though.Thanks for sharing.
     
  14. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

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    I told ya man it was a tear Jerker! Danggone broke my heart when it was e-mailed to me. I bawled like a baby!:sad2: :sad2:
     
  15. jbarnes17

    jbarnes17 New Member

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    There is no woman or job that could come between by buddy boomer. I've had him since he was a pup. I would never have him put to sleep.
     
  16. Wil

    Wil New Member

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    wow i just bawled my eyes out.. right before school too. o well, id never give my dog away ever. i dont beleive in abandoning your best friends. thanks Pat, i love you brothers and sisters
     
  17. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

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    When I received this e-mail and before I posted it on the BOC I bawled like a new born baby. It made me remember my "Thaddeus" I still get very angry that I was forced to make the decision either a roof over my head or put the dog down. Makes you realize how cruel this world really can be! I have resolved for myself personally that I will never put another dog down either by vet or any other way. I don't know if you caught the episode of Steve Irwin about his dog. If memory serves,she became ill with Cancer.Instead of ending her suffering,he had his vet do everything possible.When the vet told him it was just a matter of time,he took her home and put her in his bed and slept all night with her. Of course when he awakened the next morning he seen she had passed. That episode broke my heart as he had had her since she was a young puppy.The best part was he did not put her down. He let nature take it's course.Even though it would still break my heart at least I would know I did not have a hand in it. I love my dogs very much. They are loved almost as much as my human children are. I have a friend who lives nearby.She is an elderly lady but she related to me this story. Her son now deceased was a school teacher in the state of Kansas. He was a very big dog lover. He loved them so much that he would bring strays home all the time. Finally he built a special kennel for these strays. He made sure they each and every one were very well cared for. His wife said he would be at school teaching and he would notice a stray dog. He would entice it into his car at the end of the school day and bring it home and place it in the kennel. I forget now how many my friend said he had but one thing was for sure they were medically treated fattened up and loved. Now that my brothers and sisters is how "Man's best Friend" should be treated! You all have a wonderful day. I love you all!---------Pat:big_smile: