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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 housetraining 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, 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. 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 or cat, 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 goodbye 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, 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. 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 meant for 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
 

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Saw this on another forum and thought I would share
 

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oh my that is quite sad :(
 

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made me cry!.............:'(
 

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I'm bawling like a baby! I could never imagine doing that to my dog...I would've found an apartment that allowed pets. That is really sad. :(
 

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so heart breaking...part of my volunteer work with a certain rescue groups has me going to the local spca a few times a week looking for a certain breed they rescue...it is the hardest thing in the world for me, I walk through there bawling like a baby, so many beautiful amazing dogs that were dumped off because they were moving or having baby or such...its hard for me because I know most of them wont survive. I live in a community with an incredibly high kill rate and its heart breaking, so many ignorant people who dont get their dogs fixed...


I could never leave me pets, no matter what, and I have been homeless with them...we are a team, a family and you never leave family behind
 

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If only we could get every pet owner to read it. But, sadly, for some people, they wouldn't care if they did read it. It's beyond heartbreaking.
 

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As much as it pains me to read that (crying now , woo) I have to add my experience. Nikki came into our lives when I was 15 (I think) as a stray my cousin picked up. My cousin found her roaming the streets and took her, when it was decided she would come to visit my parents to see if we could keep her, Nikki's owners stopped them on the road . . . This is heresay now, I was not there. He called her Nikki and she perked up (at the time my cousin did not know the name and called her something similar to Nikki based on trial and error. He told my cousin Nikki was 12 years old and they didnt want her anymore, their son had just brought home a puppy.
My dad was easily convinced. At the time, now neither of my parents had good paying jobs and both were struggling with bills so I dont know why we were allowed to keep her. Nikki and Coco got on famously. They were best friends. Nikki was the perfect couch dog and refused walks in the rain, unheard of to Coco. A year and half later her illness got the better of her. Looking back, she was not as sick as Coco is. And probably not as old but she did have lumps on her body and gingivitis. She lacked proper nutrition and exercise (lazy dog! :p ) Anyway, to ease her pain and my parents' financial burden we brought her to the humane services to have her euthanized humanely. It was the worst day of my life. I feel guilt to this day bc had I been working I could have saved her. My mom and dad always thought it was okay to have animals but not see a vet, something even now they follow. My mom, even though she took a vet assistant course, finds the vet to be a vile profiteering venture. She toots in disgust when I tell her how much I spend on the vets. She simply feels they are not worth the money, at the expense of her animals' lives. I won't go further on that. Anyway, the thought of abandoning my Nikki at the pound and the resentment I still feel towards my parents, I feel at least euthanasia is a compassionate alternative to a life of pain and misery. I hate it but in our world as it is today with so many ignorant people (my parents included) there will be many large dark eyes gazing up into the face of the needle holder. They dont know why and they cannot ask questions but the relief given to them is something they deserve.
 

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So emotional and very touchy story..
 

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As much as it pains me to read that (crying now , woo) I have to add my experience. Nikki came into our lives when I was 15 (I think) as a stray my cousin picked up. My cousin found her roaming the streets and took her, when it was decided she would come to visit my parents to see if we could keep her, Nikki's owners stopped them on the road . . . This is heresay now, I was not there. He called her Nikki and she perked up (at the time my cousin did not know the name and called her something similar to Nikki based on trial and error. He told my cousin Nikki was 12 years old and they didnt want her anymore, their son had just brought home a puppy.
My dad was easily convinced. At the time, now neither of my parents had good paying jobs and both were struggling with bills so I dont know why we were allowed to keep her. Nikki and Coco got on famously. They were best friends. Nikki was the perfect couch dog and refused walks in the rain, unheard of to Coco. A year and half later her illness got the better of her. Looking back, she was not as sick as Coco is. And probably not as old but she did have lumps on her body and gingivitis. She lacked proper nutrition and exercise (lazy dog! :p ) Anyway, to ease her pain and my parents' financial burden we brought her to the humane services to have her euthanized humanely. It was the worst day of my life. I feel guilt to this day bc had I been working I could have saved her. My mom and dad always thought it was okay to have animals but not see a vet, something even now they follow. My mom, even though she took a vet assistant course, finds the vet to be a vile profiteering venture. She toots in disgust when I tell her how much I spend on the vets. She simply feels they are not worth the money, at the expense of her animals' lives. I won't go further on that. Anyway, the thought of abandoning my Nikki at the pound and the resentment I still feel towards my parents, I feel at least euthanasia is a compassionate alternative to a life of pain and misery. I hate it but in our world as it is today with so many ignorant people (my parents included) there will be many large dark eyes gazing up into the face of the needle holder. They dont know why and they cannot ask questions but the relief given to them is something they deserve.

I agree with you. There are worse things than death, and if an animal is going to be euthanized, it's so much better for him or her to be with their own people. YOU did right by Nikki, you gave her a loving home when she was tossed out on the street (gawd how can people do it) and let her go when her suffering was affecting her quality of life.
 

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A dog is truely a man's best friend and the only animal that would given his life for that of their human companion, They always seem to unsrestand and stops to listen.

I really liked your psoting it was trilling thanks
 

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this is so sad made me cry but also makes me proud of my hubby we have moved in to a place that doesn't except pets.... well ash found this poor stray boxer and handed it into the pound, later we found notices saying if the dog wasnt claimed in ten days it would be put down! so ash (cause he's the one who handed it in) made me go and claim it, we paid for its realease then found a freind to have him untill we can move... we pay every fornight for food and ash goes over every other weekend to visit dex and when our lease expires were not settleing for anything less then a place with a back yard and a Pets Aloud sign lol
 
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