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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 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 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 dog speak, 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 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.

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    Nope.

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    Aw
    Mmm... Am I wrong, or did it just get fatter in here?

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    This made me cry, dammit.

    I had to give up all my pets over the last few years because of unfortunate circumstances and fucking "no pet" rules. It tore my heart out, but at least I gave them to people that I knew would love them.

    This just made me feel horrible.

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    I had to give up all my pets over the last few years because of unfortunate circumstances and fucking "no pet" rules. It tore my heart out, but at least I gave them to people that I knew would love them.
    Don't feel bad, sometimes life can be hard. I cried too, and I have taken my dog to the pound...
    I bailed her out 3 days later.

    She is sweet, but really high energy.

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    Oh fuck...I'm crying right now. This is awful. This is why I don't have pets, I couldn't bear to ever give them away if I had to. Or when they get into accidents. Gah... Horrible.
    2 years...

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    After reading these replies, I'm not reading the story

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    Yeah I got halfway through but started getting increasingly upset. I could imagine my Jake talking to me I could never get rid if him

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    Wow. This really touched me...
    THE EASIEST WAY OUT IS THROUGH....

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    There should have been a warning not to read this at work, so I didn't look like an idiot bawling at my desk. Both of my dogs were one step away from going to a shelter when I got them from their owners, and they have made me extremely happy every day. No one should get a dog if they are unable to care for them, and love them they way they love you. Unconditionally.

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    Thanks! I consider myself lucky for getting them. My mom's co-worker was taking their dog to Animal Welfare that night, and she called me, I went to their house, took one look at this spastic little dachshund, and took him right home. He was seven months old, and hadn't even been in a car. We named him Wolfie. He now weighs 27 lbs. and is finally calming down! His new "brother", Odie, is a miniature that only weighs 8-1/2 lbs, and will never get any bigger. He's Wolfie's Mini-Me. Can you tell I love them?

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    I consider my cats a part of the family and I would no more abandon them to a shelter because I moved than I would a human family member. I make plans that INCLUDE my pets, and it's not that hard. I remember looking for a place years ago in a tight, expensive market and I looked at a dump of an apartment that I was about to take out of desperation when the landlord said no pets. I argued and he said, "Well, you can get rid of them. It's not a problem." I told him that was out of the question and left, sure I'd be living on the streets soon. A few hours later I found another, better place that allowed pets. If I hadn't, I would have reluctantly put them in a kennel or something until such time as I had a place.

    People don't want to acknowledge their irresponsibility -- they should be made to witness the execution of their pet upon condition of leaving it at the pound if they have made no effort to find it a new home. Hard to enforce, I know, but it seems only fair.

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    My dad got our family cat from a shelter. He says it's the best 5.00 he ever spent.

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    This made me so sad, I was bored @ the local bar last night so I was surfin GR on my cell phone, I started to cry after reading this and everyone thought I was drunk!
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    Quote Originally Posted by chatterweb
    Don't feel bad, sometimes life can be hard. I cried too, and I have taken my dog to the pound...
    I bailed her out 3 days later.

    She is sweet, but really high energy.
    OMG, I've thought about taking my dog to the animal shelter too because she's so high energy but I started walking her for about an hour a day and it makes a world of a difference. This story is so sad.

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