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My puppies are not just an income or just dogs, or JUST A PET, they are loving sweet souls, they are my extended family, my "Furkids".
 
PLEASE, READ THE STORY BELOW!!
 
NEVER ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN TO ONE OF MY "KIDS"!!!
 
I will TAKE BACK my puppies or dogs at any time in their life, and rehome them in a loving new home or let them remain here forever with me! If you can not care for them, or things require that they be rehomed, YOU need to uphold your end, and bring them BACK!!!
They must never be placed in a shelter!!
They must never have to face "THE TABLE"!!
BRING THEM HOME!
Read the story below..........

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 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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A Note from the Author:
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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 and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. 
Jim Willis

Do I Go Home Today?

By Sharon Thompson

My family brought me home today, cradled in their arms. They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm. I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys. They played with me and laughed at me and showered me with toys. They even loved to feed me and gave me special treats. They let me sleep with them all snuggled in the sheets.

They loved to take me for walks, often several times a day, they even fought to hold my leash I'm proud to say!

These are the things I will never forget, a cherished memory. Now I live in a shelter without my treasured family.

They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe, but I did not know the difference between old and new. We would grab a rope and for hours we would tug and tug, I thought I did the right thing when I chewed on the bathroom rug.

They said I was out of control and would have to live outside. This I did not understand, although I tried and tried. Then the walks stopped one by one, they said they had no time.

I wish I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.

My life became so lonely, in the backyard on a chain, I barked and barked all day just to keep from going insane. So they brought me to this shelter, but were to embarressed to say why, They said I caused an allergy and went on their way.

If only I had some classes when I was just a pup, I would not have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.

"You only have one day left" I heard the shelter worker say. Does this mean I get a second chance? Do I go home today????

Buying a puppy is an awesome responsability, for the sake of an innocent life....please make sure that you are ready, willing and able to stick with it for the rest of his or hers life!

 REMEMBER: A LIFETIME RETURN POLICY!!
 
VERY Special "THANK YOU" goes to my Best Friend "Sam", for allowing me to copy her idea on this page, we both feel the same way about our "Furkids" and hope that this story made you CRY and to truely think about your puppy or dog in a new light.
Sincerly,
Kim

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