Topic: this made me cry how about you?
June 27, 2019 / By Anitra Question:
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A Dog's View (CA)
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full
page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of
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'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
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
sorry all the poem doesn't fit
all but 2 of my dogs and all my cats i rescued from being put down
lindsay b you got a negative attitude,could you be 1 of the guilty ones I wonder???
Wilton | 1 day ago
I've read this poem before, and yes, it made me cry. I made a vow to my dogs--they will stay with us until they are called to the rainbow bridge.
I wish every pet could have owners who love them as much as I love my dogs! No dog ever deserves to be dumped at a shelter.
Oh that just makes me feel ill.
All the way though that I was picturing my dog saying that about the family she had before we rescued her from the shelter. I can't believe how relieved I feel right now that we walked past the puppies and the cute fluffy dogs and got the mature dog that was sad and sitting at the back of the cage. At the time, I couldn't look at those puppies and just ignore the dog that had so obviously given up. I wanted to rescue her so I did... I couldn't possibly put her through that ever again.
People shouldn't get dogs unless they intend on keeping them their whole life. How would they feel if their mother and father decided after 5, 6, 7 years that they didn't want them anymore and did the same to them!
I volunteer at my local Humane Society. I see this all too frequently. It's not a poem - it's a horrible reality. And yes, it makes me cry. Some dogs are okay. They think it's something new and exciting. They don't understand. Some actually seem relieved to be released from someone who never showed them much compassion or love. But others .... the most difficult ones for us ... DO understand.
The worst case I had to deal with was a beautiful brindle German Shepherd mix. For the first few weeks, she was heart-broken. Please believe me - I've never seen an animal who was truly heart-broken, but this one was. She paid little attention to those of us who tried to comfort her ... she just stayed by the kennel door waiting for her family to return. It was made worse by her kennels location near to the near the wall next to the parking lot. Every car engine noise renewed her hope that they were back... but they never were.
After four weeks, she seemed to "move on" emotionally. She started to be more responsive to those of us coming to socialize with her. A little more spring returned to her step and she seemed to grow happier. But we all knew that time was running out. Kennel space was limited and we needed to find her a home.
Truly against all odds, the counselors were able to find a person who would give her a chance ,,, and a home. She was placed. And you know what?
That made me cry too. A really good, really joyous cry.
1, 8 Seconds (when Lane is killed) 2. Father Of the Bride Part 2 (when Annie and Nina are both in labor. Ever since I had my daughter that part makes me cry)
I remember this poem from a few years ago, it always makes me cry. How a person can just abandon their dog is beyond me. Dogs are so forgiving and give unconditional love, humans for the most part are just out for themselves.