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Today I got into a very heated discussion with a few other members on another pet website involving animal cruelty and hitting a pet. How some people can say that is ok behaviour I can not even fathom. Then to continue to say that they hit their own dog and act like that is ok....I can not even understand how they could even think that.
This topic is so dear to me because of my precious Sharna. After years of being abused, bashed, hit, punched she some angel lead her to me. I believe there was a reason behind this, to show her not all humans are cruel. It took two years to get Sharna past all of her fears. Hitting does not fix beahviour, it creates new fear and issues. The thought of someone bashing my baby girl has me in tears, it broke my heart to see her terrified the first time we tried playing with her. I picked up a stick to throw it and she cowered in fear. I could not even hug my baby because she thought we would hit her.
How dare someone tell me that it is ok to hit a dog to teach them manners.
Sharna was only fully over all her issues for the last 6 months of her life, it was a long road and we got there eventually but no dog should ever have to go through that.
Well it's been 2 years at the bridge now but mum says it feels like it's been alot longer. Mum thinks of me often, knows that I'm watching over her and thanks me for sending her a wonderful dog like Shandi. Up there at the bridge I'm playing with all my other bridge pals, i'm no longer paralysed and I can breath normally. I am in peace...
Over all of the years of pouring her heart out she's run out of things to say. She's said she's sorry, she's said how much she misses me, she's said how much she wishes I was here and how she knows I am looking after her.
All she can do now is honour the memories she has of me, as long as the memories live on and I am in her heart that will keep me alive..
Last week at work mum came into work and one dog smelt exactly the way I used to smell, mum hadnt smelt that since the day I had passed. She got a little teary but she loves having little reminders like that, keeps the memories fresh and alive.
I am a shelter dog, waiting for the day
When someone will come along and pick me
Take me home, forever I will stay
Until that day here I am in this home
She cares for me, she took me in
Now I am no longer alone
This is not bad although she says it’s only for a short time
Why not forever I ask?
I think this house is rather divine.
I love rolling in the dirt and chasing the black cat
Snoozing the sunny days away, lying on my comfy mat
One week passed and sadly she said it was my time to go
I did not want to return to that place
I wanted this to be my home
She looked into my eyes and that was when she saw
The love that I was capable
And that was what made her sure
I was battered and broken
No spirit left in me
She wanted to restore that
She had faith in me
So off she went back to that place
She signed the forms with a huge smile on her face
She returned home and said to me
“You wont return, you don’t have to worry
Everything will be fine you’ll see.
We’re in this together, you and me”
Sharna was my very first foster dog and the very first dog that I ever adopted. She was with me for two and a hlaf short but wonderous years. She will always hold a special place in my heart and I am honoured to have know such a special dog.
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