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I always like to pass this on to people, especially animal people(tear jerker)

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Copyright Jim Willis 2001, all rights reserved

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

"The Animals' Savior"
Copyright Jim Willis 1999

I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter...the cast-offs of human society.
I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal.
And I was angry.
"God," I said, "this is terrible! Why don't you do something?"
God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly.
"I have done something," He replied.
"I created You."
post #2 of 23
Just beautiful, very sad, with a lot of unfortunate truth!
post #3 of 23
How can he just do that to his dog because of his wife
post #4 of 23
WHAT?! That's so sad! Such a sweet story at first and then it just got darker... How sad.

By the way Fwan, I don't think he did it for the wife, he did it cuz he had to move to a place that didn't allow pets.
post #5 of 23
Everytime I read this it brings pain to my heart.
post #6 of 23
Originally posted by dawnofsierra
Everytime I read this it brings pain to my heart.
Me too! This is probably the sixth or seventh time I have read this, and it still really upsets me!
post #7 of 23
How sad. You wouldn't be able to get rid of a child if it inconvenienced you. You shouldn't be able to do that with a pet either. It's a life-time responsibility not just a toy you can get rid of when you don't want it anymore.
post #8 of 23
So, so sad.

I'll move this to SOS because it's really pertinent to that forum.
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This is the 1st time I read it. Wish I didn't.
post #10 of 23
All I can say is...
post #11 of 23
Everytime I read "HCY", I always get sad because it's the unfortunate truth. This is another essay by Jim Willis, I hope this would get everybody's attention about the consequences of not getting your pets fixed.

Free Kittuns
An Essay by Jim Willis, Copyright 2002

The sign on the mailbox post was hand-lettered on cardboard and read "FREE KITTUNS." It appeared there two or three times a year, sometimes spelled this way, sometimes that, but the message was always the same.

In a corner of the farmhouse back porch was a cardboard box with a dirty towel inside, on which huddled a bouquet of kittens of different colors, mewing and blinking and waiting for their mama to return from hunting in the fields. The mother cat managed to show them enough interest for the first several weeks, but after having two or three litters per year, she was worn out and her milk barely lasted long enough for her babies to survive.

One by one, people showed up over the next several days and each took a kitten. Before they left the woman who lived there always said the same thing, "You make sure you give that one a good home - I've become very attached to that one."

One by one the kittens and their new people drove down the long driveway and past the sign on the mailbox post, "FREE KITTUNS."

The ginger girl kitten was the first to be picked.

Her four-year-old owner loved her very much, but the little girl accidentally injured the kitten's shoulder by picking her up the wrong way. She couldn't be blamed really - no adult had shown her the proper way to handle a kitten. She had named the kitten "Ginger" and was very sad a few weeks later when her older brother and his friends were playing in the living room and someone sat on the kitten.

The solid white boy kitten with blue eyes was the next to leave with a couple who announced even before they went down the porch steps that his name would be "Snowy." Unfortunately, he never learned his name and everyone had paid so little attention to him that nobody realized he was deaf. On his first excursion outside he was run over in the driveway by a mail truck.

The pretty gray and white girl kitten went to live on a nearby farm as a "mouser." Her people called her "the cat," and like her mother and grandmother before her she had many, many "free kittuns," but they sapped her energy. She became ill and died before her current litter of kittens was weaned.

Another brother was a beautiful red tabby. His owner loved him so much that she took him around to meet everyone in the family and her friends, and their cats, and everyone agreed that "Erik" was a handsome boy. Except his owner didn't bother to have him vaccinated. It took all the money in her bank account to pay a veterinarian to treat him when he became sick, but the doctor just shook his head one day and said "I'm sorry."

The solid black boy kitten grew up to be a fine example of a tomcat. The man who adopted him moved shortly thereafter and left "Tommy" where he was, roaming the neighborhood, defending his territory, and fathering many kittens until a bully of a dog cornered him.

The black and white girl kitten got a wonderful home. She was named "Pyewacket." She got the best of food, the best of care until she was nearly five years old. Then her owner met a man who didn't like cats, but she married him anyway. Pyewacket was taken to an animal shelter where there were already a hundred cats. Then one day, there were none.

A pretty woman driving a van took the last two kittens, a gray boy and a brown tiger-striped girl. She promised they would always stay together. She sold them for fifteen dollars each to a laboratory. To this day, they are still a jar of alcohol.

For whatever reason - because Heaven is in a different time zone, or because not even cat souls can be trusted to travel in a straight line without meandering - all the young-again kittens arrived at Heaven's gate simultaneously. They batted and licked each other in glee, romped for awhile, and then solemnly marched through the gate, right past a sign lettered in gold: "YOU ARE FINALLY FREE, KITTENS."
post #12 of 23
Steph, that is a beautiful story!
post #13 of 23
Time to expose some more people to this touching story.
post #14 of 23

Awww... I know I'd rather keep Zissou than marry someone who didn't like her. We probably wouldn't get past a third date or so. I mean, really. The one that really gets me is the kitty-mill kitten one where the family takes good care of it but its sick the whole time and they end up having to put it to sleep. Its from the kitty's point of view, and it keeps saying how it wants to make the little girl happy and doesn't know what its doing wrong...
post #15 of 23
OMG both of those stories are so awful and sad..I feel so helpless for these poor animals..I am literally in tears. I really can't stand thinking of all the unfair acts towards animals out there
post #16 of 23
These are tearjerker's alright that reflect the sad reality of what's happening in shelters and neighborhoods across the country daily. It's not enough to be sad though. We have to be angry, speak up, take action and educate people! Sorry, I know I'm preaching to the choir here. I'm just fed up with people who think animals are disposable and who don't care. It's up to those of us who do care to do whatever we can to change peoples' hearts and minds.
post #17 of 23
Originally Posted by eilcon
It's not enough to be sad though. We have to be angry, speak up, take action and educate people! Sorry, I know I'm preaching to the choir here. I'm just fed up with people who think animals are disposable and who don't care. It's up to those of us who do care to do whatever we can to change peoples' hearts and minds.
So very well said.

I just wish people thought as much about their pets as they do their cell phone. i just know one of these days when someone drops off another cat/dog with one of the same old excuses im going to lose my composure.
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post #19 of 23
How awful to do that to an animal for the sake of a human! Before I got married, I told my husband to be, that there would be no wedding if he wasn't going to accept my horse and my other pets. He's an animal lover too so I had no problem.
post #20 of 23
These stories are so sad knowing the truth behind them. There is nothing that angers me more, than when I read all the excuses people use to give up their pets. Moved to an apartment that allows no pets! Like what, you couldn't check around to find one that does? I got married, my wife/husband doesn't like cats or dogs. I have allergies. What, you didn't know you had them before you got a pet and you are now giving it up after how many years? And now the one I hate most...we had a baby!! So what!! The cat or dog was your family before the baby. As if this human's life is now more important. For some reason, that one just makes me so mad. My pets are with me "til death do us part". No person, thing or any law is going to make me part ways with them. They are a part of me and I could not and will not live without them.
post #21 of 23
I am crying because it is hard to realize this is what happens.
post #22 of 23
very very sad and written by somebody who knows the painful truth
post #23 of 23
Originally Posted by AmberThe Bobcat
My pets are with me "til death do us part". No person, thing or any law is going to make me part ways with them. They are a part of me and I could not and will not live without them.
Very well said Amber, i couldnt agree more.
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