this made me cry how about you?

this made me cry how about you? Topic: this made me cry how about you?
June 27, 2019 / By Anitra
Question: best of craigslist 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 his community. 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 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 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???
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Wilton 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.
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Wilton Originally Answered: Is Man God-made, or is it the other way around?
Man made god as an explanation for the things left unexplainable, sense then the concept has evolved to include systems of morality and traditions. if you think that this god concept is a side effect, an acting mechanism would be paradolia in which we look for patterns so intensely that we start seeing those patterns where none actually exist, like seeing a face on the moon or mars (we are hardwired to identify faces) so on one hand you could have a need to explain the world around us as well as the other, of trying to detect "agency" so intensely that we see it where none actually exists

Seth Seth
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!
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Nethaniah Nethaniah
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.
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Kimbel Kimbel
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)
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Hum Hum
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.
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Hum Originally Answered: What is a website that NEEDS to be made?
Lets see................ Social Networking website.......... there's already at least 17 well known ones + 1 I've made myself out there: + many other lesser known ones made with turnkey scripts such as "Boonex Dolphin" or "SocialEngine".... there was friendster, but last time i looked they'd given up trying to be a social networking site like MySpace and become a gaming site instead. Search Engine........ done it, and too many others out there: Dating site.......... done it, and there's seriously too many out there to compete against (or even find a decent domain name that's not already taken or too close to one that's already taken). And you just end-up spending most your time deleting sign-ups from lovesick African scammers from Ghana & Nigeria. This is a site I was directed to by the business advisor bloke when doing the business plan for mine: Rival to Yahoo Answers... done it (having a hell of a job promoting it)... Alternative to Wikipedia... done that too Ebay already has the online auctions market tied up.... only other one I knew was "QXL"(?), and that'd packed it in last time i checked a couple of years ago........ pretty much same with Classified adverts websites (Craigslist, etc)....... Football (soccer) messageboard's market is all tied up (all mine seems to attract is idiot spammers), and no one seems to be signing up for any other types of messageboard forums any more 'cos there's already loads of them + everyone seems to be using Facebook Groups / Like pages instead. Suppose there could be an opening for an online photo albums thing similar to how Yahoo's photo albums used to be before they bought FLICKR and ditched their own albums.... provide some decent competition to Photobucket again..... except most people these days just whack their pictures up to Facebook or TwitPic or Photobucket or FLICKR or MySpace (the few who still use it) or PICASA, etc. .... Or maybe fill the gap left behind when Yahoo killed off free hosting from Geocities.... was thinking of trying it myself, but can't be arsed.

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