Thank you for this, Peggy. I'm going to start now putting this in every single one of our puppy packets. Isn't this just our greatest fear as dog breeders? Also, got a response back from the web master and that Toy Cavalier web site is no longer on the web ring. Thanks for that information as well. Myra
>From: peggy mickelson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Reply-To: The Cavalier King Charles Spaniel List ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] >Subject: [CKCS-L] How Could You? (have kleenex handy) >Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 10:39:36 -0400 > >A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US $7,000 full page >ad >in the paper to present the HOW COULD YOU? > >By Jim Willis, 2001 > >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'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. >- ---------------------------- >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 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 > >========================================================= >"Magic Commands": >to stop receiving mail for awhile, click here and send the email: >mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]?body=SET%20CKCS-L%20NOMAIL >to start it up gain click here: >mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]?body=SET%20CKCS-L%20MAIL > > E-mail [EMAIL PROTECTED] for assistance. >Search the Archives... http://apple.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ckcs-l.html > >All e-mail sent through CKCS-L is Copyright 2002 by its original author. 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