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fredsburgers

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26th Feb 2009 17:18

17 years, 4 months & 5 days ago

Note to Staff.

21st Feb 2009 10:32

17 years, 4 months & 10 days ago

Buying!!!

21st Feb 2009 10:28

17 years, 4 months & 10 days ago

Max

3rd Nov 2008 15:12

17 years, 7 months & 28 days ago

Never in a Million bajillion years.

30th Sep 2008 17:56

17 years, 9 months & 2 days ago

Good People

24th Jun 2008 06:52

18 years & 9 days ago

R.I.P. Max 3/12/08

16th Mar 2008 16:15

18 years, 3 months & 17 days ago

fredsburgers 28 Comments

Never in a Million bajillion years.

17 years, 9 months & 2 days ago

30th Sep 2008 17:56

How Could You? by An Animal Lover

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 have 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
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 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 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.

The End

Lexipez15

aww

that's so sad

17 years, 5 months & 24 days ago

8th Jan 2009 14:01

Umm yeah not really a pet person but wouldnt kill them but it didnt make me cry seriously

17 years, 6 months & 2 days ago

30th Dec 2008 05:58

This really made me cry.

I would never do that to my cat.

17 years, 7 months & 3 days ago

28th Nov 2008 05:49

17 years, 7 months & 8 days ago

23rd Nov 2008 09:37

Preach Preach!
So true Pigg.

17 years, 7 months & 8 days ago

23rd Nov 2008 06:39

That is really sad.
I hate when that happens.
We take care of my neighbors dog, they don't want us to, but we do.They only feed him scraps, and in the winter he lives outside, same in every other season. Sarge is his name. He is one of the best dogs in the world. I hate when people get an animal and don't care or take of them. Animals are a wonderful creatures, and we should cherish them.

17 years, 7 months & 9 days ago

22nd Nov 2008 11:02

I cry everytime I read this and the story of Max.

17 years, 7 months & 15 days ago

16th Nov 2008 13:24

I think i just cried.

17 years, 7 months & 16 days ago

15th Nov 2008 12:18

i hate when ppl do that i cry i love my dog alot and i want to hurt ppl who do that... very BADLY! animals rock aspecialy i hate when ppl hurt puppies