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  • fattymcbutterpants2001 fattymcbutterpants2001 Mar 7, 2001 6:02 PM Flag

    how could you??

    I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we listened 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 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, and 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 changed your mind and 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 of 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 a 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. This �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 places 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. I 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.
    Written by Jim Willis

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