No, This WILL make YOU cry

[tnr]

Accident, This is the saddest story I have ever read.

"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, especially 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."

(This is off www.rense.com) http://www.rense.com/

[Opus Magnus]

Wow, that was the first time on the forums when it says it will make you sad it actually was sad.

[tnr]

I know.

[DДrk_Lotu§]

sad but not tear inducing

[goalienan]

A dog has more loyalty to it's owner, then people have to each other....When we had to put my shepherd down, it was my husband who was with him...A big strapping guy, who had tears in his eyes when he came home...A sad story indeed....

[Z498]

Gosh that's sad, I know dogs are trully loyal I only wish humans could be the same.

[bigdog112]

Always take you're dogs/cats to a NO KILL shelter.......

[Mr. Spaceman]

This almost made me cry because i had a dog that my dad sent to a shelter. He didn't even tell me he was doing it, I just came home from school one day and she was gone. :(:(:(:(:(:(

[swtp]

I have to admit i did cry! It,s so sad and it reminded me of when i was about 10 my cat got pregers, because he was too cheap to have her taken in and spayed, instead he put her in a plastic bag, started the car and held the opening of the bag against the exsaust! I found out what he,d done when i got home from school and flipped! He told me me to shut up it was just a stupid cat and that i was over reacting! But that was his Natzi personality, if it,s an inconvenience 0r an expence it,s disposible! and he felt that way about people too! I ,m still haunted by the memory of my poor cat!

[Drego]

Wow, swtp... That was just as sad as the story...

[ArchVile68]

brings back memories...

two cats entered my life years ago.

to me they were not just animals.

but friends, we shared so many good times.

their names, PJ and Willow...

we were so happy.

three years ago, Willow became ill

I prayed to god that he be well,

that everything would be okay.

we, in turn, recieved an harbinger.

the owl told of tragedy.

Willow went to the emergency room.

he never returned.

one year later PJ would join him.

he too would never return,

and thus henceforth scarring in my mind,

a most painful memory.

I questioned god, and wondered why he saw fit

to wrench the lives of two of my greatest friends from my hands,

when they could have been saved.

when they should have been saved.

but it does not matter anymore,

as i said before,

i left that path behind me,

it was then that i took the opprotunity

to spread my broken wings

and fly high.

fly away.

far away.

never to return.

it was a decision i was proud to make...

Rest peacefully, PJ and Willow

Farewell...

you want a bad memory? try bearing with you the memory of having decide when to put your friend to sleep for the last time. watching his delicate limp form being carryied away, never to be seen again. all you can do is watch helplessly and accept the fact that nothing can be done.

feel my pain...it isn't happy is it?

Edited July 24, 2007 by Shadow Dweller

[Mr. Spaceman]

I have to admit i did cry! It,s so sad and it reminded me of when i was about 10 my cat got pregers, because he was too cheap to have her taken in and spayed, instead he put her in a plastic bag, started the car and held the opening of the bag against the exsaust! I found out what he,d done when i got home from school and flipped! He told me me to shut up it was just a stupid cat and that i was over reacting! But that was his Natzi personality, if it,s an inconvenience 0r an expence it,s disposible! and he felt that way about people too! I ,m still haunted by the memory of my poor cat!

Okay, That made me cry. That's just terrible. I'm so sorry. :(:(:(

[Mayhay]

omg im actually crying. that was really really sad.

[Mayhay]

brings back memories...

two cats entered my life years ago.

to me they were not just animals.

but friends, we shared so many good times.

their names, PJ and Willow...

we were so happy.

three years ago, Willow became ill

I prayed to god that he be well,

that everything would be okay.

we, in turn, recieved an harbinger.

the owl told of tragedy.

Willow went to the emergency room.

he never returned.

one year later PJ would join him.

he too would never return,

and thus henceforth scarring in my mind,

a most painful memory.

I questioned god, and wondered why he saw fit

to wrench the lives of two of my greatest friends from my hands,

when they could have been saved.

when they should have been saved.

but it does not matter anymore,

as i said before,

i left that path behind me,

it was then that i took the opprotunity

to spread my broken wings

and fly high.

fly away.

far away.

never to return.

it was a decision i was proud to make...

Rest peacefully, PJ and Willow

Farewell...

you want a bad memory? try bearing with you the memory of having decide when to put your friend to sleep for the last time. watching his delicate limp form being carryied away, never to be seen again. all you can do is watch helplessly and accept the fact that nothing can be done.

feel my pain...it isn't happy is it?

thats soo sad im sooo sorry

Edited July 25, 2007 by Mayhay

[Jeenuh]

this whole thread is much sadder than the other one.

i have more compassion for animals.

[Dark Ang3l]

This was a sad story

Ill admit i teared.

I love animals and wouldnt ever let one go like that guy did there no matter what

[hemet nesw weret]

ROOM IN YOUR HEART

Sorrow fills a barren space;

you close your eyes and see my face

and think of times I made you laugh,

the love we shared, the bond we had,

the special way I needed you -

the friendship shared by just we two.

The day's too quiet, the world seems older,

the wind blows now a little colder.

You gaze into the empty air

and look for me, but I'm not there -

I'm in heaven and I watch you,

and I see the world around you too.

I see little souls wearing fur,

souls who bark and souls who purr

born unwanted and unloved -

I see all this and more above -

I watch them suffer, I see them cry,

I see them lost, I watch them die.

I see unwanted thousands born -

and when they die, nobody mourns.

These little souls wearing fur

(Some who bark and some who purr)

are castaways who - unlike me -

will never know love or security.

A few short months they starve and roam,

Or caged in shelters - nobody takes home.

They're special too (furballs of pleasure),

filled with love and each one, a treasure.

My pain and suffering came to an end,

so don't cry for me, my person, my friend.

But think of the living -

those souls with fur

(some who bark and some who purr) -

And though our bond can't be broken apart,

make room for another in your home and

your heart.

--- Caro Schubert-James ---

In memory of a very special greyhound - Clune box, pet name Clu.

Run free at the bridge, lovely boy.

[Primeval]

WTF!?!?! Where are my tears! This is just like that abortion story. Lame

[Repoman]

I am missing something here - is the Urban Legend that the dog was actually able to express complex human emotions and engage in intellectual discourse?

Why is this in this forum?

[Paramecium]

This is very sad. To be completely honest, I feel worse when an animal dies then a human...depending on the human. Animals are pure unlike how we have become, and I'd rather die then have someone take an innocent animals life.

[ArchVile68]

i have learned many things during my life. among the hardest was how to say good-bye...

[Stygean Hugh]

brings back memories...

two cats entered my life years ago.

to me they were not just animals.

but friends, we shared so many good times.

their names, PJ and Willow...

we were so happy.

three years ago, Willow became ill

I prayed to god that he be well,

that everything would be okay.

we, in turn, recieved an harbinger.

the owl told of tragedy.

Willow went to the emergency room.

he never returned.

one year later PJ would join him.

he too would never return,

and thus henceforth scarring in my mind,

a most painful memory.

I questioned god, and wondered why he saw fit

to wrench the lives of two of my greatest friends from my hands,

when they could have been saved.

when they should have been saved.

but it does not matter anymore,

as i said before,

i left that path behind me,

it was then that i took the opprotunity

to spread my broken wings

and fly high.

fly away.

far away.

never to return.

it was a decision i was proud to make...

Rest peacefully, PJ and Willow

Farewell...

you want a bad memory? try bearing with you the memory of having decide when to put your friend to sleep for the last time. watching his delicate limp form being carryied away, never to be seen again. all you can do is watch helplessly and accept the fact that nothing can be done.

feel my pain...it isn't happy is it?

I feel your pain honey.

My kitty had to be put down too. I really hope that I never have to do that again. I have dealt with human death way better than I dealt with Glen leaving me. Poor babies. *hugs*

[ASOP]

Nope I cant read the rest I dont want to know. I'm a big time animal lover and for a year back in the 80's I worked in the office at the S.P.C.A. I heard to many sad storys and could not belive what some of these people gave as an excuse to give up their pets. I cant stand people.

[Kyle Rajasthan]

A good, but sad story that makes you think. I have had a few pets in my life, and I have always cared for them. It's a big responsibility to own a pet, and there are many people who shouldn't be allowed to. I had to have a dog "put to sleep" once when I was a kid. Maxwell, a german shepard, that I pretty much grew up with. Great dog, but she was over fourteen years old, half blind, half deaf and was suffering badly from all kinds of joint problems. It got to the point where all she could do was lie in her bed and whine (meds weren't working anymore). I convinced my mother we should take her the vet and have it done. I don't regret it one bit. I was there with her when she died, and I know we were saving her from a long painful death. I am not going to say it was an easy thing to do, I loved that dog, but it had to be done. This too is a part of having a pet, you have to know when it's time to let them go.

[stang56k]

I have to admit i did cry! It,s so sad and it reminded me of when i was about 10 my cat got pregers, because he was too cheap to have her taken in and spayed, instead he put her in a plastic bag, started the car and held the opening of the bag against the exsaust! I found out what he,d done when i got home from school and flipped! He told me me to shut up it was just a stupid cat and that i was over reacting! But that was his Natzi personality, if it,s an inconvenience 0r an expence it,s disposible! and he felt that way about people too! I ,m still haunted by the memory of my poor cat!

Im assumeing the "he" you speak of is your Dad? What a piece of sh**.

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