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This is an article that i came across and have given it to various people mainly vets it is displayed in the waiting room of my local vets in the hope that it will save some dogs lives.

HOW COULD YOU?

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 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 yafu 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 realised 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 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 Britain, American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your 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 and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
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Dun know what to say.....can't stop my tears......Just hugged Frodo...Infact we are moving out of Mumbai for few months and we are taking Frodo despite all odds....

The more i read about humans the more i love 4 legged sweeties....
 

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We are moving soon too, we have to vacate our army quarter as hubby has been medically discharged, we were offered a flat last week from hte council and turned it down. God knows how long we will have to wait to be offered somewhere else, but there was no way i would had taken Jester there or worse got rid of him! I couldnt have done it.

Lyndsay xxx
 

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a very very sad story but very true around the whole of the world :(


again a sticker pops into my mind a dog is for life not for xmas...


but also we have to understand there are ppl out there that buy there dog love him/her loads then further along down the line something happens through no fault of there own were the dog has to be re-homed example: on the old lab forums what was on there list dogs for sale if i remeber there were 6 when i last read them...


we just have to be thankfull that we can keep our dogs safe and they have no need to worry about being left behind somewere or givin away .. our dogs are the lucky ones
 

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That's so sad :cry: Unfortunately also true.

When I was told about having to lose my job at the end of April as the company couldn't afford to keep me, I went straight to Corbie in tears and he licked me lots, making sure I was ok and I told him whatever happens he's not going anywhere. This is his home :)

Some people do have genuine reasons for having to let a dog go, but most of the time it's those who can't be bothered with the responsibility.

I only have to look into Corbie's eyes to see what a lovely, loyal friend I have there and he's my little boy and always will be :wink:
 

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God, that is so sad, but even sadder, so true. Started crying towards the end and Shad came and put his head on my lap and looked at me with his big brown eyes, and all i could think of was.."how could they"
 

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I've read that a few times before, but it never fails to bring a tear to my eye. :cry:

Thankfully, the situation in the UK is not as bad as the US (yet), although every dog that is given up and pts is one too many. Much closer geographically, is the situation in Ireland which has a huge rescue / stray problem with dogs being euthanised straight away if handed in by owners and not given much longer if picked up as strays.
Many are being brought over to the UK to rehome, but not all will find new homes.

Unfortunately, we live in an age of I want, I get, with little thought for the long term responsibilities. Whilst I agree, rehoming a dog is sometimes unavoidable, there are far too many people for whom a dog is easy come, easy go.

I would add here that I think breeders have a responsibility too. Responsible breeders are aware that they are bringing more puppies into a world with more dogs than there are homes. In an overbred breed like labs, it should really go without saying that only those dogs that truly have something to offer the breed should be bred from. If everyone who wanted to breed from their bitch or dog could spend some time in a shelter, helping rehome, watching others pts, they may be less keen to have a litter.


Thanks thrupence - even though we would never give up our dogs in this way, we all need to educate others and play our part.

JMHO
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:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

That is just so sad, I am sat here crying having a really good cuddle with my guys - nothing in this world EVER would make me give up my dogs, how can people be so nasty to their best friend? :cry: :cry:

I thought this morning that I had stopped crying after Southamptons Relegation yesterday, and now I am sat here crying again! thank heavens for the doglets who at least try to cheer me up!! :(
 

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GrecianExile said:
Started crying towards the end
That's when it really hit me Paul and it's hard to make the tears stop after because it really makes you think.

Going to go give my boy a big cuddle of love.

All the best,
Nic
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am also in tears here.......

as said many times so sad so true, thank god our dogs have a happy life and i`m sure they are thankful too.

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I've not had the chance to read through this today, but I've just read it now. I,m sitting here crying - it's so sad!!
 

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I cant wait now to get home to Hershey and give him all the love he deserves....

I am sitting at work in tears trying to make out I am ok....
 

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Hi Guys

I am sorry you have been upset by this article, but i'm sure a cuddle with all your dogs will help,i know every time i read this my dogs get loads of cuddles. I have given copies of this article to vets and the local rescue centre and i know i look everytime i go into the vets and the rescue centre and hopefully other people will read it and realise a dog is for life.

Margaret
 
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