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How is this possible?

When I was a pup, I amused you with my capers and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and in spite of several chewed shoes and some assassinated pillows, I became your best friend. All the times that I was malicious you agitated your finger towards me and asked me "How is this possible?", but after one had fun together.
My education took a little longer than envisaged, because you were terribly occupied, but we worked there together. I remember these nights when I fouinais in the bed and listened to your secret confidences and dreams, and I believed that the life could not be more perfect.
We went for long walks and races in the park, walks of car, stops for dairy ice cream (I had only the horn because "the ice is bad for the dogs", as you said), and I made long naps with the sun while waiting for that you return to the house.
Gradually, you started to spend more time to work and to concentrate you on your career, and more time to seek a human companion. I awaited you patiently, comforted you after each tearings of court and disappointments, never réprimandé you about bad decisions, and am played about to me with joy at the time of your returns to the hearth.
And then you fell in love. It, maintaining your wife, is not one faded dogs, but I accomodated it in our house, tried to show him affection, and obeyed to him. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies arrived and I shared your excitation. I was fascinated by their pink color, their odor, and I wanted the pouponner too. Only you worried that I can wound them, and I passed the majority of my time banished in another part or a niche. O, as I wanted to like them, but I became a "prisoner of the love".
As they started to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and rose on their shaking legs, pushed their fingers in my eyes, excavated my ears, and kisses gave me on the nose. I liked very them and their caresses - because hold them were now if not very frequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I went in their beds and listened to their secret concern and dreams, and together we awaited the sound of your car in the alley.
It a time ago, when the others asked to you whether you had a dog, you showed them a photograph of me in your wallet and you told them stories on my subject. These last years you answered just "yes" and changed subject. I passed from the statute of "your dog" to only "one dog", and you offended yourselves of each expenditure for me.
Now, you have a new occasion of career in another city, and you will move in an apartment which does not authorize familiar animals. You made the good choice for your "family", but it a time ago when I was your only family.
I was excited by the walk in the car until we arrive at the refuge for animals. That felt the dogs and cats, the fear, despair. You filled the red tape and said: "I know that you will find a good house for it". They raised the shoulders and threw you a saddened glance. They include/understand the reality which faces a dog between two ages, even one with "papers." You had to force the fingers of tone wire to detach them from my collar and he shouted "Not, Papa! Please, does not let them take my dog!". And I worried for him. Which lessons did you learn him at the moment about the friendship and honesty, the love and of the responsibility, and about the respect for any life? You gave me one "with re-examine-cherishes" on the head, avoided my eyes, and refused to take my collar with you.
After your departure, the two nice injuries said that you probably knew about your departure, there is that several months, and that you had not done anything to find me another good house. They shook the head and said: "How this is possible?".
They are as attentive with us here, in the refuge, as their programs, charged, allow them. They nourish us, of course, but I lost the appetite several days ago. At the beginning, each time somebody passed close to my cage, I hurried by hoping that it was you, that you had changed opinion, that it was right a bad dream... or I hoped at least that that is somebody who is concerned with me and which could save me. When I realized that I could not compete with the other pups which folâtraient to draw the attention, I withdrew myself in a corner of the cage and waited.
I heard his steps when it approached me of fine of day, and I trottiné along the alley to a separate part. A fortunately quiet part. It placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and said to me not to worry. My court beat apprehension to what was to be come, but there was also a feeling of relief. The "prisoner of the love" had survived through the days. As it is in my nature, I rather worried for it. The burden which it door heavily weighs on it, and I know it, in the same manner that I knew your mood each day. It placed a chain gently around my leg of front and a tear rolled on its cheek.
I licked his hand in the same way that I comforted you so many years ago. It slipped the hypodermic needle skilfully into my vein. When I felt the puncture and the liquid to spread itself through my body, I calmed down, examined it my nice eyes and murmured: "How you could?". Perhaps because it included/understood my language, it said "I am so sorry." It has me étreint, and explained me precipitately that it was its work to make sure that I went in a better place where I would not be ignored or am deceived or am not given up, where I would have to provide myself for my needs, a place filled of love and light very different from this place. And with my last forces, I tried to transport me until to explain it and him with a deaf blow of my prick that my "How you could?" was not directed against it. It was with you, My Beloved Master, that I thought.
I will think of you and will await forever you.
Can everyone in your life continue to show you as much honesty.
Jim Willis - 2001
Note of the author:
If "How is this possible?" put tears in your eyes by reading it as that did it to me whereas I wrote it, it is because it is the history of million familiar animals which die each year in American and Canadian French kennels. Everyone is welcome to distribute this test with a not-commercial aim, as a long time as it is distributed correctly with the opinion of the copyright. Please use it to help with education, on your websites, in news bulletins, the refuges for animals and display boards of the office of the veterinary surgeon.
Known as with the public that the decision to add a familiar animal to the family is an important decision for the life, that the animals deserve our love and our care, that the search for another suitable house for your animal is your responsibility and that any life is invaluable. Please, made your share to stop the murder of animals, and encourage the campaigns to prevent that animals are nondesired.
Author: Jim Willis
PS perso: in the same way for the cats one does not take a cat so that it holds us company for one period of the year and when the holidays arrive one releases it in nature. Not sorry but it does not go like that!!!