get out your tissues. i decided to go to pet loss and read my tribute to sox. i was missing him today more than normal. anyway, i came across this. it will break your heart...... as it did mine.
"Unknown"
Feb. 2002 ----- April 7, 2002
Golden Retriever
Tribute to a poor young pup
who was abused and murdered..
What did I do?.......
What did I do to make you so angry? To make you treat me this way? I was only 12 weeks old. My Mommy taught me all that she thought I needed to know for the first 8 weeks of my life. What did you teach me in the next four weeks? Did you play with me? Did you see that I was fed enough so that I can grow into a beautiful Golden Retriever? I remember being hungry all the time. I remember wondering
when I would see you again.
To feel you stroke my fur, to give me tummy rubs and ear scratches. To give me food, water, and your company. I gave you my unconditional love. I gave you my puppy kisses, my wiggly butt, and my wagging tail. I counted on you to teach me all I needed to know to be a good dog. All I ever wanted was to be with you. All you wanted was to be rid of me. You gave me a bowl of poison.
What did I know?
I was only 12 weeks old.......a baby. I was grateful...... maybe you really do love me? Maybe I did something to make you happy? So I ate it, and thanked you. You sounded pleased. You even said "Good Boy" That was the first time I ever heard those words from you. Maybe my life will change. Then you took me for a ride. Wow I thought I am spending time with you. Are we going to the park to play ball? Maybe to the beach? The car stopped, you picked me up and threw me out onto the side of the road.
My heart stopped as I watched you drive away. What did I do? A lady and a man came over to me. The lady picked me up and stroked me and held me close. Is this what real love feels like? I was happy. She showered me with kisses. Is this what it is supposed to feel like? She spoke to me softly and lovingly. It all sounded so strange but I loved it. She took me to the car and held me close. I have never felt like that before. I think I found a good home.
I began not feeling too well. I went to lie down. The lady and man were worried. They took me to the doctor. In the car ride I really felt bad. All the time the lady was trying to make me feel better. I felt so awful I could not even enjoy it. I threw up my last meal. The lady and man did not get angry. They told me it was ok. I would be ok. The doctor would make me feel better. At the doctors, I was feeling worse, I had to go to the bathroom, I tried to hold it,
but it just happened.
Everyone was upset. Not at me but because my poo was bloody. They held me close. No one got mad. Then I had what they called a seizure. I don't remember it I just remember feeling confused. We got in the car again, and the lady held me close and spoke softly to me. I think she was crying. I felt warm wet drops on my head. They felt good.
The car stopped. We got out; they held me close. I remember feeling loved. I also felt sicker. I began convulsing. I was admitted. I remember seeing the lady cry. People began paying attention to me. They put me in a warm crate. I died at 11 PM and the people worked to bring me back. I convulsed and seizured and felt awful. I tired to fight it. By 3 am I couldn't fight any longer.
I gave in I was tired. I closed my eyes and took my last sigh. I hope you are reading this. I want you to know how I spent my short life on earth. I want you to know the painful death you brought onto me. I want you to know how long you made me suffer. I want you to know how you showed your love to me. All I ever wanted was to be with you.
To love you.
In memory of a little golden boy who was brutally and cruelly murdered on April 6, 2002 and lost his battle for life on April 7, 2002.
Rest In Peace.
"Unknown"
Feb. 2002 ----- April 7, 2002
Golden Retriever
Tribute to a poor young pup
who was abused and murdered..
What did I do?.......
What did I do to make you so angry? To make you treat me this way? I was only 12 weeks old. My Mommy taught me all that she thought I needed to know for the first 8 weeks of my life. What did you teach me in the next four weeks? Did you play with me? Did you see that I was fed enough so that I can grow into a beautiful Golden Retriever? I remember being hungry all the time. I remember wondering
when I would see you again.
To feel you stroke my fur, to give me tummy rubs and ear scratches. To give me food, water, and your company. I gave you my unconditional love. I gave you my puppy kisses, my wiggly butt, and my wagging tail. I counted on you to teach me all I needed to know to be a good dog. All I ever wanted was to be with you. All you wanted was to be rid of me. You gave me a bowl of poison.
What did I know?
I was only 12 weeks old.......a baby. I was grateful...... maybe you really do love me? Maybe I did something to make you happy? So I ate it, and thanked you. You sounded pleased. You even said "Good Boy" That was the first time I ever heard those words from you. Maybe my life will change. Then you took me for a ride. Wow I thought I am spending time with you. Are we going to the park to play ball? Maybe to the beach? The car stopped, you picked me up and threw me out onto the side of the road.
My heart stopped as I watched you drive away. What did I do? A lady and a man came over to me. The lady picked me up and stroked me and held me close. Is this what real love feels like? I was happy. She showered me with kisses. Is this what it is supposed to feel like? She spoke to me softly and lovingly. It all sounded so strange but I loved it. She took me to the car and held me close. I have never felt like that before. I think I found a good home.
I began not feeling too well. I went to lie down. The lady and man were worried. They took me to the doctor. In the car ride I really felt bad. All the time the lady was trying to make me feel better. I felt so awful I could not even enjoy it. I threw up my last meal. The lady and man did not get angry. They told me it was ok. I would be ok. The doctor would make me feel better. At the doctors, I was feeling worse, I had to go to the bathroom, I tried to hold it,
but it just happened.
Everyone was upset. Not at me but because my poo was bloody. They held me close. No one got mad. Then I had what they called a seizure. I don't remember it I just remember feeling confused. We got in the car again, and the lady held me close and spoke softly to me. I think she was crying. I felt warm wet drops on my head. They felt good.
The car stopped. We got out; they held me close. I remember feeling loved. I also felt sicker. I began convulsing. I was admitted. I remember seeing the lady cry. People began paying attention to me. They put me in a warm crate. I died at 11 PM and the people worked to bring me back. I convulsed and seizured and felt awful. I tired to fight it. By 3 am I couldn't fight any longer.
I gave in I was tired. I closed my eyes and took my last sigh. I hope you are reading this. I want you to know how I spent my short life on earth. I want you to know the painful death you brought onto me. I want you to know how long you made me suffer. I want you to know how you showed your love to me. All I ever wanted was to be with you.
To love you.
In memory of a little golden boy who was brutally and cruelly murdered on April 6, 2002 and lost his battle for life on April 7, 2002.
Rest In Peace.
