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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 belly rub.

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 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've 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 directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
 

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It is beyond heartbreaking to think about such a terrible thing happening. After reading that, I had to give Angel an extra big hug. There is never danger of that happening with her and she knows it but I never waste an opportunity to tell her how much mama loves her and will ALWAYS love her. Honestly, I would rather live in my minivan with Angel than live without her. :cry:
 

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chimommy said:
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It is beyond heartbreaking to think about such a terrible thing happening. After reading that, I had to give Angel an extra big hug. There is never danger of that happening with her and she knows it but I never waste an opportunity to tell her how much mama loves her and will ALWAYS love her. Honestly, I would rather live in my minivan with Angel than live without her. :cry:
If I didn't have Lily I'd have nothing at all worth having. I tell her a hundred times a day in a hundred different ways how much I love her. And the best part is... I get it back from her a hundred fold. :)
 

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What a sad, sad story - it made me cry. Part of what makes it so very sad is the fact that this really happens every day all over the world, and there is absolutely no reason why it should and I will never understand how some people can just turn their back and walk away.

I love my Jazzy so much, and I let her know that every day. I would never allow her to feel unloved or unwanted, nor will I ever willingly leave her.
 

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That really is a tear jerker I had to leave my computer for a little while to get Felony a cookie and hols her while she sleeps in my arms. If only everyone who owns a dog got this story and read it they would think twice about giving there dog to a shelter. :(
 

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I came on here tonight to post something funny that happened with Charley on the way home. I saw this post and opened it. While the meaning behind it is very powerful, I really wish I hadn't read it. It breaks my heart.

I love Charley with everything I have, b/c he's all that I have right now (besides my parents.) I just hope and I pray that I never become one of *those* people the story talks about.

I don't think I ever could become one of *those* people ... I mean heck, I'm one of those people who cry when I see the chicken trucks drive by with the chickens stacked on top of one another and feathers flying every where; I'm one of those people who closes my eyes when I see something on the road or on the side of the road that I *think* might be a dead animal until I pass it, even when I'm the one driving; I'm one of those people who takes a stray cat with a leg broken so badly that the bone is sticking out to the vet, pays for the amputation and spaying, nurses the cat back to health, then finds a good home for the cat.

My heart is huge when it comes to animals. There isn't a chance I could become one of *those* people.

God Bless All the Animals ... the :angel13: 's of the world.
 

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Ok this made me cry and then even though Chico was curled up in my lap I still had to pick him up and love on him. I'm still crying and he thinks I'm nuts but I'm still holding him tight.
 

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If I didn't have Lily I'd have nothing at all worth having. I tell her a hundred times a day in a hundred different ways how much I love her. And the best part is... I get it back from her a hundred fold. :)
That is how I feel about P-Nut... she is my best little friend who does nothing but love and adore me to no end! She is the sweetest little thing out there and no matter what I could never give her up and let her go. I cannot believe people would do that, just give up their pet like that.... it is so heartbreaking.
 

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Unfortunately, that story didn't make me cry because I see it all the time. It sickens me that there are people out there like that and it sickens me even more that I've become accustomed to it.

I was at the shelter one day and we were cleaning out cat cages, which are at the front of the building. It was a Tuesday - the shelter is closed on those days so we can give everything a thorough cleaning - and I was in the front by the entrance. I was walking by the front door and there was a man outside, smiling and trying to get someone's attention. In his hand was a small kennel and I thought he was bringing the kennel to donate (we use them to put cats in while we clean).

I opened the door and he said "here" and handed me the kennel. He started to walk away, very proud of himself, but I felt the kennel was heavy and I grabbed his arm and held him while I looked inside.

A toy poodle ... about 8-9 years old. I asked him "what's going on?" and he said his mother died the day before and he was "getting rid of" her dog.

I just looked at the man and said "thank you" and went inside with the dog. I excused myself since my shift was almost over and I put the dog in my car (hey, he didn't sign over the dog to the SPCA) and I brought it home where I took it out of the kennel and gave it some food and reassurance. After a day or so, I went to a local retirement housing area and found a nice elderly couple to take the dog.

I'm just guessing that guy wasn't his mother's favorite child and, wherever his mother ended up, she was worried about her beloved dog. Even though it pained me to take it (I REALLY don't like poodles! :lol: ), I figured she needed the peace of mind and hopefully, she knows her pup is in good hands now, far away from her a**hole son.

We get people coming in like that ALL the time. They walk in with their pet and just say "here" and walk away. I do not and will not ever understand the mindset of someone that does something like that - it makes absolutely no sense to me. If I ever had a situation where it was either give up my two goofballs or don't get an apartment or dream job or whatever... I would probably wish it could be different but I'd be happier with OmaKitty and Cooper without whatever it is.
 

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Unfortunately, that story didn't make me cry because I see it all the time. It sickens me that there are people out there like that and it sickens me even more that I've become accustomed to it.

I was at the shelter one day and we were cleaning out cat cages, which are at the front of the building. It was a Tuesday - the shelter is closed on those days so we can give everything a thorough cleaning - and I was in the front by the entrance. I was walking by the front door and there was a man outside, smiling and trying to get someone's attention. In his hand was a small kennel and I thought he was bringing the kennel to donate (we use them to put cats in while we clean).

I opened the door and he said "here" and handed me the kennel. He started to walk away, very proud of himself, but I felt the kennel was heavy and I grabbed his arm and held him while I looked inside.

A toy poodle ... about 8-9 years old. I asked him "what's going on?" and he said his mother died the day before and he was "getting rid of" her dog.

I just looked at the man and said "thank you" and went inside with the dog. I excused myself since my shift was almost over and I put the dog in my car (hey, he didn't sign over the dog to the SPCA) and I brought it home where I took it out of the kennel and gave it some food and reassurance. After a day or so, I went to a local retirement housing area and found a nice elderly couple to take the dog.

I'm just guessing that guy wasn't his mother's favorite child and, wherever his mother ended up, she was worried about her beloved dog. Even though it pained me to take it (I REALLY don't like poodles! :lol: ), I figured she needed the peace of mind and hopefully, she knows her pup is in good hands now, far away from her a**hole son.

We get people coming in like that ALL the time. They walk in with their pet and just say "here" and walk away. I do not and will not ever understand the mindset of someone that does something like that - it makes absolutely no sense to me. If I ever had a situation where it was either give up my two goofballs or don't get an apartment or dream job or whatever... I would probably wish it could be different but I'd be happier with OmaKitty and Cooper without whatever it is.
Thank you for doing right by that poodle, who was probably already grieving over the loss of his mommy. The little guy was lucky you were on duty that day.

The son dishonored his mother's memory by doing as he did. I hope he rots in H-ell for his coldheartedness. :angryfire:

What job, what apartment, what ANYTHING could be more important than Lily????? :?
 

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I am still sick over reading this post. I have been doing a lot of research lately about Chihuahuas and I was surprised to find out that so many end up abandoned. Now we have a great SPCA here in Tulsa, OK and everytime I have been there whether to adopt for myself or someone else or just to volunteer I have been touched by the concern that they have for their animals, I swear I would adopt them all if I could. Our family is going to have a large amount of money coming in soon and I sat my husband down and explained that I had found numerous rescue groups for Chihuahuas but that there were none here in Oklahoma. I told him that when the money comes in I want to start a rescue here. I expected him to look at me like I was nuts because he really isn't crazy about Chis (I had to beg to be able to convince him to let me get our new baby, who will be ready to come home next month) but he said ok if you want to do it fine but I want you to rescue kitties too. Hey why not. So, now I'm gathering info to find out what I need to do to start a rescue here, so maybe I can save a few animals from going through something like what I read about in this post.
If anyone has any info on starting a rescue please let me know. You may post here or e-mail me at [email protected]
Thank you.
 

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that story brought tears to my eyes. when i read something like that, it makes me feel so happy that I ended up with Chico and not someone else. I honestly can't imagine how anyone could have a dog or cat for so long and just give it up just like that. I just want to beat the crap out of anyone who does that! I could never ever in my life evev think about giving up any of my babies. If I found an apartment I absolutely loved, but it didn't take pets, then I guess I don't get that apartment.

Some people don't realize that once you make the decision to have a pet, you must make sacrifices. It's just like having a child. You wouldn't put your kid up for adoption because their potty training isn't going as well as you'd like, so why do it to an animal?
 

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That's a tear - jerker, but sadly it happens every day. I wish more people would think about their future when they buy a dog. It's not a possession or something you can replace, it's a life, forever an innocent child as long as they live.
 

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I have seen that story before and it still breaks my heart I don't know how anyone could do that to a dog whose whole life is nothing but devotion to his owner It really goes beyond cruel :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
 
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