Re: Dog's lives

Discussion in 'Off-Topic & Chit Chat' started by puppygirl100200, May 30, 2010.

  1. puppygirl100200 New Member

    You know if a dog dies it isn't your fault. when it is a dog's time it's his time. you can't end his misery even if you put him down. when he goes to heaven he'll feel miserable missing you. even if you end his misery he'll still feel miserable even if he is happy being in dog heaven. it is still unexplained to where dogs go when they die. why do people put their dogs in A shelter when they're gentle and Kind, Even if they were a bit mischievous. heres one poem I found which is sad:

    My family brought me home cradled in their arms.
    They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.
    They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
    I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.
    The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.
    They even let me sleep with them - all snuggled in the sheets.
    I used to go for walks, often several times a day.
    They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.
    These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.
    I now live in the shelter-without my family.
    They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.
    But I didn't know the difference between the old ones and the new.
    The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.
    So I thought I did the right thing when I chew the bedroom rug.
    They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside.
    This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.
    The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn't time.
    I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.
    My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.
    I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.
    So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why,
    They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye.
    If I'd only had some classes, as a little pup.
    I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
    "You only have one day left." I heard the worker say.
    Does that mean I have a second chance?
    Do I go Home today?:msncry:

    You know what happens next don't you?

    another poem i found:

    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 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 have 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 you, My
    Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

    May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.:msncry:

    Another poem I found is my fave its called the rainbow bridge:

    When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
    There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
    There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

    All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
    The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

    You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

    Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

    Enjoy all these perfect poems and Never forget your dog, ever even if he is gone or still alive, if he dies Just never let him stray far away from your heart.

    Puppygirl100200 :msngrin:

  2. tigerlily46514 Honored Member

    Hey, if it makes you feel any better, in the first poem, i did take home the dog who had 1 day left. He was way more messed up :dogblink:than the dog in your poem, but now he's so loved, and he's strong now, and very well behaved 99% of the time, and is kept busy and happy. He spends his days cracking us up and playing happily as the center of our home.:dogbiggrin:

    btw, no one knows any more than any of the rest of us about what heaven is, since none of us have been there, but--if it exists, i'm pretty sure, if there is one, the folks, and the dogs, would NOT be "miserable" missing anyone, it's not how heaven is protrayed anyway.
    Hard to picture our dogs nto with us and happy, but
    I hear everyone is all happy up there, 24/7 kinda thing, not miserable. (i just wrote that in case any really young readers saw your words and felt sad about their dogs are miserable in an afterlife thing.)

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