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Registered: 05-31-05
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Despite the fact that I made up the following story, there are unfortunately so many similar occasions like this.
I was running away. Some teenage boys were chasing behind me, laughing and throwing things at me. I turned left into the alley, a lifeless and cold place where animals were abandoned, lost, or abused. I stopped at the wire fence which was too high to jump and too deep in the ground to dig under. I tucked my tail beneath me, scared of what might happen. The boys found me, and they picked up a can with the lid cut away so that part of the metal still stuck out in a jagged line. They threw it at me and the metal sliced through my fur, leaving a dot of blood behind. I whimpered with fear as the boys approached.
Seeing as there was no other way out, I threatened them with my feeble growls, for I longed so much for food that my warnings were no longer strong. The boys threw another piece of metal and then ran at me, still laughing at me. So I bit them. A thing I really did not want to do. But I had given them a warning, and still they drove metal into my sore flesh.
Later that day I was picked up by the animal control officers. I was hated by the world...no one loved me any longer. I was thrown into the back of their truck. "This dog bit someone,'' said one of the men. "He must pay the price.''
For what crime was I paying? I had only defended myself, what was left of my miserable life. If dogs could cry, I would have been right then. As I was driven to a long, lonely road to a place I did not know, I thought one last time about the only time I was ever loved...a time so far back that it was fuzzy in my mind. I had once belonged to a family, a loving, caring family. I was a puppy then. I remember them saying, "Oh, you are so cute! We will love you forever!'' Well, forever soon turned into months, then weeks, then days, until they no longer loved me because I was no longer that adorable little puppy.
I was taken through a tall iron gate to a place that looked very gloomy and frightening. I trembled with fear...what was to come? What was going to happen to me? It was then that I saw a girl, a young one. She was walking away from that place with her mother, crying and stuttering something about her dog through spluttering sobs. This made me only more frightened of my own fate.
And then she looked at me, in the back of that truck, with a look that sincerely said, "I am sorry for you. I do not know you, but still I plead for you and I would take you home and love you if I could.'' For the last time my heart filled somewhat with the pleasure of knowing that someone cared for me. A total stranger, but still, I knew I was not completely hated by the world just from the loving look of that one little girl.
Then they took me into that place. I was placed on a table. They had strapped a muzzle around my face. I was left in silence for awhile, until someone came with a long needle. My heart pounded with the dread of what awaited me. As the woman filled the needle, so too did her eyes fill with tears. She gently stroked my head as if to say, "It's alright. I care about you. But I must do this.'' And with that final tear that dropped from her face, she inserted the needle into my sore and tired skin. Suddenly I felt woozy, and darkness took over. I had finally left this world of cold, dread and abuse.
This almost brought tears to my eyes, as I'm sure it will for any sensible people who read it. As I said before, this is fictional, but only somewhat. Sadly there are stories like this happening each and every day, most of them ending unhappily. So please, don't abandon or give your pets away just because "they're not cute anymore". Keep your promise to them that you made when they were those cute little puppies...love them forever.
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