March 21st 2009 9:48 am
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OUR MOMMY FOUND THIS POEM ON THE SAINT FRANCIS WEBSITE AND SAID SHE FEELS LIKE THIS EVERYTIME SHE HEARS ABOUT SOMEONE LEAVING THEIR PETS BEHIND....
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 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 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.
January 31st 2009 6:33 pm
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Ok...so my lil sister, Daisy, has been doing some of da talking for me lately and I love her for dat (SHHHHHH DO NOT TELL HER!!) but now I gonna vent! **WARNING** Some language may not be suitable for udder doggies. So please put your paws over dem ears if you dont wanna hear some yelling and some mean thoughts.
All I do is cough cough cough cough cough cough!! I think you get da point. I mean I can't even be comfortable in my own house!Normally...I da sweetest girl ever...but sometimes a girl just can't be sweet!! SO.... Stupid mold! Stupid condo association!! REALLY STUPID OWNER!! Man I wanna bite her so bad!! GRRRR!! Ok, sorry bout dat, I didn't mean to be ugly...she just makes me so mad!! I haven't gotten GOOD sleep in months! Do you know what dat does to a girl???? You know dat really good deep sleep dat you dream dat da world is nothing but udder doggies and doggie people and dats it!! ( A world wifout stupid owners of mold infested condos!) Or dat you are running towards da biggest bowl of food you ever saw, and I don't mean dat stuff dat is "made for dogs"...I mean dat kind of food dat people eat and us doggies just think about....and nobody around to say NO!! **evil giggling** Da kind of sleep dat your people can't even wake you up from. Man I miss dat!
And mom and grandma are always trying to find me a place to stay so dat I can try to rest for a bit. But I mean come on...I don't wanna stay wif someone else. I mean what if I hafta pee and dey don't know and I pee on da floor?? Or if dey have kids and da kids try to pick me up or something? Or what if dese people are not use to lil dogs and dey step on me...my mom has been wif me for 12 years and sometimes it happens....I trip her! Or when to give me my medicine. I mean nobody but mom and grandma know when I don't wanna be picked up or touched or dat I get up at 5:00 a.m. to pee...or dat I like to go to bed at 9:00 pm sharp! And moms always worried about me getting out and no one noticing. I'm a really big demanding responsibility being dat I am da originial Princess of dis house and all!! So I'm soooo very frustrated! And den my worst fear of all...what if dey don't come back for me???? I mean mommy sits me down every single time dey gonna take me somewhere and tells me dat she loves me very much and dat she taking me somewhere dat I can breath wifout coughing and can catch up on some sleep and dat she be back just as soon as she can...den she picks me up and hugs me so tight I think my eyes are gonna pop right outta my head...and she kisses me and tells me she loves loves loves me soooooo much and den she cries cause she knows dat I had dat separation anxiety when I was a kid.
And did I even mention the vet? Ok...yes dey are here to take care of us...but come on!! Chest x-rays?? bloodwork?? teeth cleaning?? Shots?? Medicines?? Geez I'm SO sick of dem!! And dats where dey take me every day so dat da vet can monitor me and write things down to give to stupid people at dis condo place so dat mommy can break da lease and get da heck outta here!! And can I tell ya how slow things are going? I mean really! Mom say mold is a very bad thing! And now I believe her! But...if my mommy was da owner and someone said mold....she would have helped dem pack and move into a hotel or something until we could find da problem...BUT NOTHING!! Dis lady don't care! Did I mention I wanna bite her...HARD????? Do you believe dat dese stupid condo people told my mom to just move da furniture from one room to da next while dey work on da floor in one room?? and then when dey done wif dat room move da furniture to another room and so on and so on!! WHAT IS DAT?? I mean #1 mom moving marble tables?? I cant see it? And #2...UM HELLO MOLD...AIRBORNE!! Dey pull up da flooring and da mold spores go flying...it aint gonna matter dat we moved da furniture!! I MEAN REALLY!!! How dumb do dey think we are??????????????? But den...nothing! No one has called. No one has come out, set appointments, NOTHING, nota, zip, zero, zilch! So here we sit...in mold!
Anyhow...thanks for letting me vent. I don't want mom and grandma to know how mad I really am. I do appreciate all of your sweet words of encouragement, prayers, thoughts and da voodoo doll someone sent me...we named it Wendy...in honor of da stupid condo owner!
Love to All