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> How Could You?
>
> A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the
> paper to present the following essay to the people of our community. It
> really touched my heart and I hope it will yours too.
>
> 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 1
> 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, 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 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
>
>
> 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 and Canadian animal
> shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial
> 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
> & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.