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DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE LEFT TO DIE AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD Written by Flip

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« on: October 23, 2008, 02:10:51 am »

                                                 One  I Couldn't Save
She was about six months old, black as coal with the most wonderful amber eyes.
 
Life was good,she enjoyed her late night outings away from her brothers and sisters, she was a big girl now and no longer needed her mom to take care of her.

She always made sure she got back under the shed before the humans were up and about.She knew to be careful of humans, as  most of them were mean, although she had heard some were nice, she wondered about that, even thought she would like to meet a nice human one day.

Last night  she went for her evening wander across the road to the cornfield, she chased the mice, looked at the moon, and was on the verge of a new adventure, she had met a handsome young male, who seemed to like her,
Life  was good.
                                                                                                   
Just as dawn began to rise she decided it was time to go home, she carefully crept out of the cornfield to the edge of the road and stated to cross, she heard the car coming, then she saw it, it was on the other side of the road, so she was okay as it would just go by her, suddenly, for no reason, the car crossed the road and came toward her, she had nowhere to run, in a matter of seconds she flew threw the air, and landed hard on the line in the middle of the road.
 
The car never even slowed down, as she lay there, her head swimming from the pain, she came to realize she could not move her back legs, she new she had to get out of the road, slowly, inch by inch she dragged herself with her front claws toward the cornfield, it hurt so much, but she knew if she could just get to the safety of the tall corn and the cool grass, and just sleep a little while she may be ok.
 
Finally, after what seemed like hours she reach the edge of the field, she could go no further, she dragged herself another inch, then drifted in and out. It started to rain, heavily, the huge drops bouncing off her once sleek black coat which was now covered in mud and her own blood, it was as if the angels where crying for her.
 
She cried out for help, but no-one heard, so she lay there and waited for death, she drifted in an uneasy sleep, occasionally being woken by the pain, she cried out  again, surely someone would hear her, surely someone would help, but no-one came, cars flew by a great speed, surely one would stop to help her, but none did, she cried out again, and waited for death.

The sun was high in the sky when she woke up again, it was hot, but she felt freezing, she was wet,she had mud in her eyes and nose, every breath she took hurt, she could not feel her rear legs, all she could do was lay in the mud and her own blood  and wait.
Then from nowhere she heard a voice,it was a human, she wanted to run away, but she couldn't move, she let out a weak cry "please, don't hurt me anymore, help me" she felt gentle hand raising her up, she heard a voice telling her she was going to be taken care of, she heard the voice say "I am so sorry little one,don't be afraid, i am going to help you" she let out a weak cry again.

She felt gentle hands lay her on a warm dry towel, with the gentlest of touch the hands wiped the mud from her face and nose, she felt cooling water washing the mud and blood from her mouth, then she felt motion, fast motion, the gentle hands stroked her once sleek coat, the voice said 'Hang on little one, hang on"
She was still afraid of the human, but somehow felt at ease, she drifted into sleep again.
 
She didn't know  how long she slept but she was woken by the gentle hands lifting her up once more, she was inside a building, more gentle hands touched her, she heard the other voice say, " she is to badly hurt, she is not going to survive." she knew the voice spoke about her, she knew she was about to meet death, it started raining again, she looked up, the rain was coming from the owner of the gentle hands, it was not normal rain, as the drops fell gentle onto her head,  she tasted them, they were salty, somehow she knew it was the rain  of sadness, she looked out of the window and saw a rainbow appear in the sky, she knew it was for her, her path across the bridge.
 
She didn't feel the needle go in, as she drifted of  to her final sleep she heard the voices say "So sorry little one, I'll see you on the other side" she thought, "yes   you will, thank you for helping me. Then she said to herself, 'It's true, not all humans are mean"
 
With that she sighed, and ran toward the bridge.                                
 
 
                                   
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« Reply #1 on: October 23, 2008, 02:12:45 am »

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community:

 

 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 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: 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 & 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

Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one unwanted pet.

Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY, if you give them LOVE Smiley   
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« Reply #2 on: November 29, 2008, 10:22:27 pm »

A CAT'S PRAYER:
                                                                                                                                                                           
   If it should be, that I grow frail and weak,
   And pain should keep me from my sleep,
   Then, you must do what must be done
   For this, the last battle, can't be won.

   Don't let your grief stay your hand,
   For this day more than the rest,
   Your love and friendship stand the test.
   We've had so many years,

   What is to come can hold no fear.
   You'd not want me to suffer, so
   When the time comes, please let me go.
   Take me where my needs they'll tend,

   Only, stay with me to the end
   And hold me firm and speak to me
   Until my eyes no longer see.
   I know in time you'll see it is a kindness
        you do for me

   Although my tail its last has waved,
   From pain and suffering I've been saved.
   Don't grieve it should be you who this
        thing decides to do.
   We've been so close, we two, these years,

   Don't let your heart hold tears.
   Smile, for we walked together for awhile.

                  - Author Unknown

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A MESSAGE FROM MAX ...
 
My name is Max and I have a little something I'd like
to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead
busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to
raise.
 
It always seems like you are running here and there,
often much too fast, often never noticing the truly
grand things in life.
 
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your
computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at
yours? They are slightly cloudy now, that comes with
age. The grey hairs are beginning to ring my soft
muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes.
What do you see in mine?
 
Do you see a spirit, a soul inside who loves you as no
other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive
all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple
moment of your time?
 
That is all I ask. To slow down if even for a few
minutes to be with me.
 
So many times you have been saddened by the words you
read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so
suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
 
Sometimes we age so slowly before your eyes that you
do not even seem to know, until the very end, when we
look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded
eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we
take that long sleep, to run free in distant lands.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next
week. Someday you will shed the waters from your eyes,
that humans have when deep grief fills their souls,
and you will be angry at yourself that you did not
have just "One more day" with me.
 
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit
and grieves me. We have now, together. So come, sit
down here next to me on the floor. And look deep into
my eyes. What do you see?
 
If you look hard and deep
enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come
to me not as "alpha" or as a "trainer" or even a "Mom
or Dad", come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur
and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and
talk.
 I may tell you something about the fun of
chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something
profound about myself, or even life in general. You
decided to have me in your life (I hope) because you
wanted a soul to share just such things with.
 
 Someone
very different from you, and here I am.
 
I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical
senses, and I can revel in the differences of our
spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on
two feet"---I know what you are. You are human, in all
your quirkiness, and I love you still.
 
Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world,
and let time slow down if even for only 15 minutes.
Look deep in my eyes, and whisper to my ears.
Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know
your true self.  We may not have tomorrow, and life is
oh so very short.
 
Love, Max

(on behalf of all canines everywhere)
May be reposted and shared freely as long as
this credit appears with the post,
J.D.Ellis 2001
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