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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 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 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 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.
ANOTHER ONE!
Hi my name is Peachie. I am a small Labrador retriever puppy. I have a pink ball I love to play with my two brothers and two sisters. I used to have three brothers and three sisters but they got taken in a big silver truck with writing all over it. My mom said in a low sad tone that they were taken to animal testing. I asked here what that was but she wouldn???t tell me. A few days later the big silver truck with writing all over it came and took my mom, one sister and a brother with them. M y mom tried to bite them when they took my brother and sister. They just hit here and shoved her in the big silver truck. Now I don???t have a mother or half of my siblings. My world is cold and scary without my mother???s protection. I don???t play with my pink ball and hate everyone I see. The big silver truck with writing all over it took me away. When they threw me in the back I saw rabbits, cats and other dogs. When the truck stopped they took me and the other animals into a gray dim factory. When we got in I saw my missing brothers, sisters, and mother. The sight mad me shudder. They had no hair and there skin was red. They were dead. They put me on a podium and smothered me with shampoo and lipstick. I got rashes that made me scratch. I lost my hair from itching. My skin turned red and flaky. I can???t take it any more.
It???s time for me to say goodbye
ANOTHER
little padding paw steps, walking all around happily cheering for them with a little puppy sound
then one day they left me out in the pouring rain a sad little face was soon blue by hail I walked up to the steps wailing for my mummy she then cam outside and kicked me in my tummy she told me i was horrible and very noisy too i cried my eyes out then she strangled me too
i soon was then there lying on the wet and rainy ground she laughed and walked away with me DEAD on the ground
but then i noticed heaven it was far more great than earth my puppy god loved me and didn't make me hurt
Animal Strangling..
Little padding pawsteps, Hardly a step behind, Comes a little kitten, Purring, bright and fine. Then you hear a little scream, You turn to look behind, And who else do you see, But the little kitten being strangled, As breathless can be. It struggles, Then stills, It's already out of breath, And what else can you do, but see its tiny death?
Horse Slaughter...
I let you ride me. I love you. I work for you. I want to live but you won't let me.
Please stop horse slaughter,it's cruel,mean,and just STUPID!
Please try to stop horse slaughter.
It's mean!
~*~*~ animal abuse is real ~*~*~
I'm a puppy gentle and trusting i thought you were kind and caring but it turns out you have no heart at all you beat me and threw me against the wall so i ran away, far away i hope someday youll have to pay for all the things you did to me i hope someday you really see what horrible things you did to me on my way i found a girl she gave me a coller with a pearl she was kind i patted behind i was stolen that night i was shaking with fright it was the guy i did not want to see it was the guy who beat me and threw me he killed me yes for being a pest she killed me yes for being a pest why did i die a dog so shy goodbye CRUEL world that sayings true nor is it old nor is it new. ~~~~~~~~ Animal abuse is real.do something to stop it.animals cant fight for themselves.but we can fight for them. copy and past if you hate ANIMAL ABUSE!!!!
AND YET ANOTHER
My deep soft brown eyes Unable to tell a lie My big clumsy paw Smashed till its raw My big velvety ears Pulled till it causes little puppy tears
Now my daddy says This is the end of my days I hang down head in worry Perhaps I should be sorry For nipping him or licking Perhaps thats why he calls me sickening Now we drive up to a place With people sterned face He signs some papers with a mad look Now hes picking me up One last time I'm shook
Now I'm in big white room With a big clear box Theres mist in it The people grab me The hard grip won't quit The they put me inside And thats where I died.
AND EVEN MORE
I'm laying in a cage I'm feeling scared and sad I've been here for a week I was left by my dad
I joined him as a puppy He fast became my friend He cared for me with love Said he'd love me to the end
Then my dad got older He found a new mate She really didn't like me Said I was out of date
They brought me here a week ago A lady took me at the desk She put me in this cage And left me with the rest
A whole week has passed I'm still here alone He hasn't come back He's left me all alone
The lady's coming to me Lifting me up She takes me to a table And says, "Good pup".
She's pulling out a needle It stings like a bee Now she is crying Saying bye to me
He left me here alone
He stopped loving me He left me in a cage But now I'm free.
Don't abandon your pet. They love you, and will be loyal to you till the end. Shouldn't you do the same for them? If you love your pet, or cats and dogs at all, post this poem in your blog.
