Happy Birthday to Jun Nan and Rebecca =D[[ the young and the old ]]
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.....
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.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.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY, If you give them LOVE.
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I was doing my written report. project on cruelty to pets. was browing the web of SPCA when i came across this article in dere.
definitely, i was touched by this article. please don abuse animals.
was feeling too lost for words. feel so sad for these animals.
DONT ABUSE ANIMALS.
no one can imagine how much i miss my black and white.
those lovely 2 rabbits of mine.
where are they i don even know.
black's in heaven. when he was brought away, he died.
I regretted it.
i really miss them.
but it would be better with others than me perhaps.
im only 16. and im behaving like a 60.
I wanted to go back to the past everyday.
i wanted to rewind everything.
the days of innocent minds.
where we give everyone we know our purest love
and only wanted to be loved back.
we were easilly touched and moved.
we have feelings.
we were innocent.
we cried.
we meant no harm.
everyone is so nice.
though we were childish
but we're pure.
we were kind.
we laughed so innocently.
we don backstab.
we are the way we are.
we are simple.
we live our life simply.
we love we care we give
totally almost unconditionally.
and how each living things came into my life,
and how they left.
and how i cried for them.
I cried for my countless maids they left me after 2 years of bonding.
I cried for each single one even if they scold me always.
I cried when we promised to write back. but eventually they didnt.
and how many years i were left there cheated in some way.
all i want to do is to keep in contact with u almost harmlessly. unconditionally.
How many years of my innocent days in years that i got cheated.
yet every year i still wished they wrote to me.
but they didnt.
thats adults and kids. the difference.
why must we be adults?
why must we have the thinkings
that once someone who walked out of ur life will be gone forever.
I pondered over it when i was young. and now im sooning turning an adult.
It doesnt matter anymore.
I didnt cried for my last maid. She went just like that.
I had 3 rabbits.
I love the smallest one. It licks me so sweetly. and i really love it.
But it soon died when it arrived.
I cried like shit.
It was young. and innocent.
the other 2 rabbits lived with me thru years.
but they were older.
they didnt look at me so innocently.
they don lick me like the young one.
and i was in the growing years.
they left. i didnt cry like so bad before.
I once had this ugly lil fish.
it was dying. i saw it.
i stick on to a chair and watched it over the hours.
It was struggling in my dad's fish tank.
I prayed and prayed.
when my dad came back, i plead him to buy medicine.
he did. but the fish still died eventually.
I was young. I cried so badly.
Thats the difference. Wheres our young and innocent hearts?
Thats why i hate growing up.
Feelings changed.
we turned more practical and we put feelings aside.
what are we actually?
what are we make of?
from true blood to cold blood.
is that what we are?
It doesnt matter with the childishness.
but the feelings remains.
the feelings that is priceless.
so priceless.
and don abuse pets.
it jus stirs my feelings up.
at least when coming to animals,
have the young thought in ur mind..
