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This is my favourite poem about dogs it makes me cry every time. thought Id share as it relates to all animals

[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]How Could You?[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]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 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, 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


[/FONT][FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]Copyright Jim Willis 2001, all rights reserved[/FONT]
 

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I know everytime I read it I cry uncontrollably, I think because its so true. So many people have dogs and abandon or abuse them but still the dog keep loving loving them I think the personality of very inspiratory. i know few people who are as kind as a good dog, sad, but true.
 

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So sad:( Made me cry too....I always said when I was younger I wanted to start up a rescue for aggressive dogs ( which I wish someone would do but dont think with the career I want that itll work out,maybe there even are a few rescues like that I dont know) but I would always watch those Animal cruelty police shows( the ones where they rescue abused animals) and I felt so horrible that so many dogs were deemed not adoptable due to say food aggression and such and then were just put down, Its not their fault that their owners made them mean....I cant watch those shows anymore as they depress me too much....for every animal they save theres another one being put down because they are aggressive.....
 

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thats the harsh reality sadly I doubt anyone would have an adoption for them theres so many nice dogs that need homes that it would be too much work, sad, if only people leaned to neuter and have their dogs trained and socialization this wouldnt need to happen
 

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thats the harsh reality sadly I doubt anyone would have an adoption for them theres so many nice dogs that need homes that it would be too much work, sad, if only people leaned to neuter and have their dogs trained and socialization this wouldnt need to happen
oh ya I dont think agressive dogs shoud be adopted out I just think that there should be somewhere where they can live out their lives in peace instead of being killed for something that was beyond their control. I understand its a pretty unattainable dream. But I dont want to see any animal put down, I really admire those who start up no kill shelters!
 

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me too sarah it would be nice if they could unfortunately some of those no kill shelters can be worse because they wont euthanize dogs that are sick or suffering, though the small rescues are awesome that they foster dogs out I wish humane societies would foster out they could save alot of lives, but I hear its way worse in the states I think its still legal to gas dogs :( did you hear what happened at the Toronto humane society, that was sad :(
 

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Is it new news? or do mean all the neglect and the OSPCA investigation from a couple years ago? Where they werent euthanizing or treating animals that needed it and leaving animals to die in their cages? because ya that was seriously terrible especially from a shelter where they are supposed to have the animals best interest at hand.
 

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thats what I mean that was horrible those are supposed to be the people protecting our animals :(
 

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This definitely made me cry.
This makes me think about my own dogs. I know this is what they are always thinking, as all dogs are. They love us so much.
It was depressing while we were looking for a new dog to join our family a few months ago, seeing how many dogs that I knew weren't going to make it in shelters, and I wanted to save them all, give them all belly rubs...

I'm cuddling with my dogs now.
 

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-is sobbing infront of a friend like an idiot-

Poor baby...
 
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That's so sad. I cried. Doesn't help that I was listening to Adele's song someone like you. I hate it because my dog is 16 now and I'm dreading that the day will come sooner or later. He's virtually blind and almost deaf.
 

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wow should I be proud or sad I just made half of talk parrot cry ;)

Thats too bad daisy my dogs 16 too, its rough when there that old

Ans aww Abby and Rosey you guys are cute it is sad
 
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