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May 2, 2012, 5:46pm   #1
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Many of you may have already seen this since it is circulating on Facebook.

It really touched my heart and had tears in my eyes halfway through.

http://pupbuds.com/index.php/article...023#f322984c84

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A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of our community. It really touched my heart and i hope it will tours too.

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, age 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 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, comforte 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 Ihoped 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.

By Jim Willis 2001

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, 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. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage adoption.
May 2, 2012, 7:53pm   #2
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Originally Posted by couture2387
Many of you may have already seen this since it is circulating on Facebook.

It really touched my heart and had tears in my eyes halfway through.

http://pupbuds.com/index.php/article...023#f322984c84
It is very heartbreaking. When we bring into our lives a pet, we not only owe them a good life but a good death as well. This means we must be there with them at the end, we should not be selfish and keep them alive when they are suffering, and we should thank them for their love.
One of the only reasons I behave myself is because I have hope that we see our pets in heaven after we die.
May 2, 2012, 11:08pm   #3
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I actually sobbed just now reading this. It hit me all of the sudden half way thought too.
May 2, 2012, 11:46pm   #4
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I cant even. I saw where it was going and just cant. Too soon after having to put down my sister. I am tearing up as it is.
May 3, 2012, 12:38am   #5
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This is why I have nothing good to say to people who have to have pedigree animals and purchase their designer possession from breeders. Shelters, pounds, rescue facilities are full of worthy deserving loving animals. Yet every year millions of perfectly healthy animals are killed. Heartbreaking doesn't even begin to describe it.
May 3, 2012, 1:28am   #6
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Originally Posted by poopsie2
This is why I have nothing good to say to people who have to have pedigree animals and purchase their designer possession from breeders. Shelters, pounds, rescue facilities are full of worthy deserving loving animals. Yet every year millions of perfectly healthy animals are killed. Heartbreaking doesn't even begin to describe it.
I'm one of those people who purchased from a breeder. The story went as it normally does for so many people. We decided we wanted a kitten. Went to ONE shelter. We walked past so many adult cats who were desperate for love & a home. When there were no kittens, we went to a breeder and adopted a Bengal. To say I fell in love with him would be an understatement. I instantly went from not really being an animal person (DH wanted a pet) to being the epitome of a cat lover. Bengals typically need companionship (like most - we didn't bother to research. We bought the "prettiest" breed). At that point, I insisted we only adopt a shelter companion for him. Brought a 9mo old "High energy" cat home who couldn't have been further from the truth. Poor thing hid in a corner and cowered while my "angel" ran around her like a lunatic wanting to play aggressively. We tried for two months and when it didn't work - we worked w a rescue and kept her with us until she found a new home. My husband decided to contact a Bengal breeder and shortly after we had a second Bengal kitten - who, was the best match for our family.

The moral of this very long story is - I have a tremendous amount of guilt over this. I participate in many cat related forums for advice and when I hear these stories about animals losing their homes, or dying in shelters through no fault of their own - it breaks my heart. Don't get me wrong - all animals , pedigree or non deserve love. But I do struggle now that I have a love and passion for my, and all cats. When I think about how I Could have changed a life for one of those cats at the shelter, it makes me feel tremendously guilty.
Now, my new rule is, when I treat myself to something extravagant ( bags, shoes, etc) I make a donation to a cat rescue. Some are in my state. Other times I do It anonymously based on their blogs about cat rescue. It doesn't make me feel better... But it helps.
May 3, 2012, 2:14am   #7
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I could hardly bring myself to read to the end....I can't bear it.
I have two pedigree cats, I don't feel guilty about this as I have never, ever turned away an elderly or Special Needs cat (gosh, there are eight of them in various napping positions around me as I write) who needs a final Furever Home - and I never will. While I'm able to help, I'll carry on. Each and every heartbreak is worth it because it means another cat has ended life happy, safe and secure....knowing (some for the first time in their life) what it's like to be loved.
I just can't bear to think about those cats and dogs who aren't as lucky. It makes me so, so angry thinking about people who discard their animals like they're rubbish. Karma is going to turn and bite them so hard one day......
Editing this to say, even my pedigree kittens would be rescue kittens had a shelter allowed me to adopt babies - but they felt I should stay with adopting the feline 'problem cases'. We agreed to diagree with this. All the heartbreak I go through as my furkids go to the Bridge, Maia-Annabel and Tommy bring me so much joy and happiness.....in a way,they encourage me to carry on with what's turning into my kittie hospice.....
May 3, 2012, 2:15am   #8
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Originally Posted by km8282
I'm one of those people who purchased from a breeder. The story went as it normally does for so many people. We decided we wanted a kitten. Went to ONE shelter. We walked past so many adult cats who were desperate for love & a home. When there were no kittens, we went to a breeder and adopted a Bengal. To say I fell in love with him would be an understatement. I instantly went from not really being an animal person (DH wanted a pet) to being the epitome of a cat lover. Bengals typically need companionship (like most - we didn't bother to research. We bought the "prettiest" breed). At that point, I insisted we only adopt a shelter companion for him. Brought a 9mo old "High energy" cat home who couldn't have been further from the truth. Poor thing hid in a corner and cowered while my "angel" ran around her like a lunatic wanting to play aggressively. We tried for two months and when it didn't work - we worked w a rescue and kept her with us until she found a new home. My husband decided to contact a Bengal breeder and shortly after we had a second Bengal kitten - who, was the best match for our family.

The moral of this very long story is - I have a tremendous amount of guilt over this. I participate in many cat related forums for advice and when I hear these stories about animals losing their homes, or dying in shelters through no fault of their own - it breaks my heart. Don't get me wrong - all animals , pedigree or non deserve love. But I do struggle now that I have a love and passion for my, and all cats. When I think about how I Could have changed a life for one of those cats at the shelter, it makes me feel tremendously guilty.
Now, my new rule is, when I treat myself to something extravagant ( bags, shoes, etc) I make a donation to a cat rescue. Some are in my state. Other times I do It anonymously based on their blogs about cat rescue. It doesn't make me feel better... But it helps.



Yeah there are places like, Zellers here in Canada where you can donate all your points to the SPCA every little bit helps
May 3, 2012, 2:23am   #9
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Clevercat, I envy you. I live in an apt, so taking in too many cats won't work for me. But, I always tell my DH I'd love to be in a position space wise to help out the elderly & special needs kitties.

It's a wonderful thing when someone can open their home & heart and take in these animals and show them love & comfort they've lacked in life.
Jul 20, 2012, 6:07am   #10
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This is heartbreaking I hope everybody who is a pet owner to become responsible and mindful of their pets. We have our family, friends and work, but our pets only have us. Let us not forget that. They love us so much, so let us reciprocate that love. We should look at them not as just pets, but as part of our families. SIGH.
Jul 20, 2012, 11:10am   #11
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stuff like this makes me so upset. i'm on a few facebook swap sites (kinda like online garage sale) and SO many people lately have been putting them pets up to find new homes. for many reasons like this. they have families now and they aren't giving their pets enough attention... they're moving and can't take the pet... i know things happen. but it makes me upset. i do everything for my pets. if i can't have my pets then i know who they will go to (my parents) and while i know everyone doesn't have that i don't know how people can just toss them aside.

my friend's sister recently gave up her THREE cats because her DBag husband wanted a dog and the dog wasn't getting along with the cats. this husband, whom she almost divorced twice, whom cheated on her twice WITH the same girl was now saying "it's me or the cats" and she chose him. i couldn't even feel sorry for her when my friend was saying how her sister was bawling as they dropped them off at the shelter.
Jul 20, 2012, 10:11pm   #12
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I became really teary while reading that and had to cuddle with my dog afterwards.
Jul 22, 2012, 2:03am   #13
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This made me cry. It really hurts me thinking about all those poor animals.
Jul 22, 2012, 8:23am   #14
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So sad. I tried to read through the entire message but I couldn't...I knew where it was heading. I can not even imagine ever leaving or giving up my dog. He is apart of my family. If I lost my house and had to live out of my car, you can bet my dog would be right next to me.
Jul 23, 2012, 2:28am   #15
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that story is heartbreaking....made me cry
We have two kitties. One was adopted from the shelter and one showed up at our back door. I really feel good about saving them. I think a dog or cat who has been saved knows it on some level and appreciates it.
It's terrible when people relinquish an animal family member because they decide it's inconvenient to keep them.
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