Tissues at the ready, so very poignant :(

How Could You?
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 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 dog speak, 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?

sitting here crying :( so sad - how can anyone do that

Oh Lucy, have read this before, and it cracks me up everytime :( now sitting bubbling and looking at my adoring babes (even She Devil)

It is so very sad but i do wonder how many this has happened to

This is why it is so important to support your local or breed rescue :)

I feel for the poor people that have to give that injection, they must have a heavy heart each time they have to do it :(

this has been on champdogs before and I show it to anybody I know who says they want a dog to encourage them to think about what it actually involves. I also get it out for a read whenever I've got PMT and have nothing else to greet about.

wow, can't shift this lump in my throat. First time ive read this, will save it, and like one member said will show it to anyone saying they want a dog.

Im a blubbering mess now got to go before i blow my machine up with all the tears.

Going to give Ellie extra huggles now.

Julie.

I've read it before but it always gets to me. Wonderfully written and so terribly, terribly sad. And yes, I'm off to find Nips for a quick cuddle.

My trainer showed us all this a couple of years ago.  Me, being the soft g*t that I am, burst into tears (infront of everone), it's soo sad!.

Sarah.

:( *sniffs* brings to memory all the dogs who it really happens to - its so sad...

I've never seen this before....the tears are flowing.

Not read that before, now sniffing back the tears before my OH thinks I'm mad!!

I wish I had printed this off to all my pups new owners, what a heartfelt little story, and unfortunately not a fairy tale.

So sad and so true.

Sheila.

oh its sad but yes true to all animals, i worked in a couple of santuarys and its horrible it really is, y horse was a resuce but after my hard work, and vets ect she sadly had to be put to sleep gutted as i got so far with her got her riding ect then one day she took a bad turn, Soz off the track a bit, but its sad i know, :(

I could bearly read to the end of that I was crying so much.  I have thought about a total change of career lately working with animals, but I'm not sure I would have the strength to face that day in day out.  I just couldn't see a healthy dog put to sleep for no other reason than it was no longer wanted.  I'm really not sure if this is the career for me now although I love animals I just could not allow this to happen.  Thanks for posting this, its given me a lot more to think about.

This is such a sad story ! It certainly makes you think.  I heard a story last week that someone was looking for a home for a 5 yr old golden retriever as they were emigrating to Australia and the dog had failed a blood test of some sort which meant he would not be accepted into the country.  I wast told that if they failed to find him a home they will have to put him to sleep. However that will not be neccesary as we would give him a home.  The saying is true "A dog's for life - not just Christmas"