OT- How Could You!

Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by ImDigNiT, Sep 13, 2005.

  1. ImDigNiT

    ImDigNiT New Member

    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 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, 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've 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 directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will
    >think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to
    >show you so much loyalty.
    >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 & Canadian animal shelters.
  2. 123sandra

    123sandra New Member

    Got a lump in my throat now!!
    :(
    Hugs
    Sandra
  3. smiffy79

    smiffy79 New Member

    i am in tears but the dogs in our care are the lucky ones we are a no kill shelter and give life long support.
    we do try to keep a dog in its home, sometimes its just down to training issues.
    but like in your post not all dogs are lucky to find them selves in a no kill shelter let alone in their own happy home for the rest of their days.
    yes it makes us sick when its just down to sheer neglect or a case of cant be bothered.
    i love things like this cos if its bought a sence of shame or makes blind ppl see then its worth it.
  4. ImDigNiT

    ImDigNiT New Member

    I am still crying after having read this, but hopefully, if it saves just one poor animals life it was worth the post. I am not trying to upset anyone, just bring awareness.

    Hugs to all,
    Marcia
  5. smiffy79

    smiffy79 New Member

    did you read all my post?
    was not upset cos you posted it,i agree with you. the main problem is awareness and education. the saem as fm and cfs i spose.
  6. Christinawensell

    Christinawensell New Member

    This is really sad, Thank you for sharing it.

    I printed it so I could give it to my sister who just took down a cat a month ago to the shelter and a dog just last week. She then had the nerve to ask me this week to look for two kittens for her to get. I told her no way was I getting her an animal for her to love as a baby and then want to throw it away when it got bigger.

    She needs to read this, So that is where it is going.

    Thank you
  7. ImDigNiT

    ImDigNiT New Member

    I am proud you did this.


    My Daughter did the opposite, we went wed. night and she apopted the most adorable sheltie+australian + ? dog. He is about 1 year old and all he wants is love. He so cute and she is so happy....I purchsased her from the Dumb Friends Animal Rescue League in Denver.

    She is so excited to have a loving home. I can tell she was mistreated as she is a little skedish(?) also I can tell she must have been around violence as she sees things on tv such as women crying and gets upset. We immediately fell in love with her.

    Smitty - You know how the fibro fog hits, I was actually refering the post above yours. I think you are great and I love the no kill shelters...my hats off and thanks and gratitude for your hard work.

    Marcia
  8. smiffy79

    smiffy79 New Member

    no probs. :)