[ SHOWGSD-L ] Re: How Could You...a rescue dogs tale....
- From: "Carol Weale" <dankagsd01@xxxxxxx>
- To: <windwych@xxxxxxxxx>, "gsd" <showgsd-l@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:15:25 -0700
I received a call today from a friend who runs a boarding kennel. He has
two GSD's, male who have been left by their owners. The kennel owner made
several attempts and finally went to the house. The people have moved away.
Ron said they are very nice adoptable dogs about 3-4 years old.
They are in a kennel now in Apache Junction AZ. If there is someone who has
interest, you can email me in private.
Carol Weale
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From: "Dawn Restuccia" <windwych@xxxxxxxxx>
To: "gsd" <showgsd-l@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Monday, December 15, 2008 11:13 AM
Subject: [ SHOWGSD-L ] How Could You...a rescue dogs tale....
break out the tissues...There is a senior in a Kentucky kill facility.
Another in Virginia...
These dogs have given their entire lives to their Masters and this is how
they are repaid.
Dawn
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.
HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001
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.
(No truer words were ever spoken than this...)Dawn
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