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    Warning! Very Sad Story.....

    Those of you who love animals, will undoubtedly find this thread very upsetting. However, I am posting it in the hopes of educating. Hundreds of animals are brought to pounds each year, for reasons too numerous to name. Many pounds, still do not have a "no Kill" policy. Some people do not think long, and hard, before taking on the responsibilities of pet ownership. And many animals have paid the price for that lack of thought..... being "put to sleep" in pounds, because their owners either no longer wanted them, or could no longer keep them. This Story highlights this tragedy. Here is your warning. This made me cry...and if you love animals, it will undoubtedly make you sad as well....

    I have posted the copyright info at the end of the story.
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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 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 anymore 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 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 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

    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 and Canadian animal
    shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it 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.
    Lucas Michael, you are with me still. Not a day will go by that I won't remember. Lucas Michael Demascena con. 5/15, dec. 6/29. Wait for me.

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    Yeah, I cried. That is so true. When I was a teen I worked at our vet's office. He was also sort of the local Animal Shelter. I remember people bringing in animals because they were "too busy", "don't have time" you name it. Most often the animal would be killed. To the vet's credit he would put the animal to sleep before the lethal injection. He cried too. But unfortunately that is the exception to the rule. My daughter worked in one of the 'killing houses' (my term) down here and they are killed as a matter of course. She would come home crying and angry because of the lack of care, both physical and emotional the animals were getting.

    If only idiot humans would THINK before they get that cute puppy or kitty.
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    Are Local Humane Society is currently working on becoming a no kill facility. It makes me really happy to know this because not to long ago they were severly underfunded.
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    *sigh*
    How ironically timed this story is. I just went out with a group of friends over the weekend. The wife of one of my friends was there; he stayed home to watch their newborn baby.

    When they got married and moved into their house, they went out and bought a dog almost immediately. A few months later they got another one. For the longest time, all they would talk about was the dogs. They would actually go home early so they could spend time with them. They even blew off a another friend's 30th birthday because they had to go to dog training. In particular the wife seemed to adore them, they were all she'd talk about.

    Now enter the baby. It's all she could talk about over the weekend. She did this, she did that.

    I asked her how the dogs were doing, were they adjusting to the baby OK. She rolled her eyes and said "Ugh, I just want to get rid of them now."

    Too many people view animals/pets as disposable things. It really is heartbreaking.

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    I cried, not because I hadn't known about this, I mean Dax and I have done our best to educate people on having pets for life ( thats why we dress up, we started as a way to get attention for the Humane Society) but because people just don't care. It's why I quit, I couldn't take it any more......and Dax is getting old, he seemed to get depressed right along with me. We've got two good groups who foster animals now........I can't do it anymore..........

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    ((((((((((((((((OW))))))))))))))))))))))) the animals thank you for all that you HAVE been able to do, i'm sure, OW.
    Lucas Michael, you are with me still. Not a day will go by that I won't remember. Lucas Michael Demascena con. 5/15, dec. 6/29. Wait for me.

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    I'm sorry y'all, I didn't mean to whine.......There's a lot of wonderful people doing a lot of good for homeless animals.....And I will again one of these days.

    Thank You, CloakofStars9 and WynnJera for the beautiful banners!

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    Hon, there's a difference between whining, and venting. I saw your post as venting frustration and pain over a horrible, horrible situation that many people put animals in. (((((((((OW))))))))))) The animals need more people like you
    Lucas Michael, you are with me still. Not a day will go by that I won't remember. Lucas Michael Demascena con. 5/15, dec. 6/29. Wait for me.

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    This makes me so sad.

    I adopted an adult cat by choice, since while kittens are cute, they require much more energy. I've never regreted it.

    I have a lot of trouble at the local PetCo since they offer space to the humane society. I don't have the room for another pet, and I'm torn, do I go over and give them a fuss so they have some loving or am I giving them false hope?
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    *runs off to pay attention to her own dog*


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