How could? A dog's deathbed confession _table

This article is chosen from the best-selling book "Pieces of My Heart-----writings inspired by Animals and nature" by American writer Jim Willis, which tells the story of a dog's true confession to his former owner in the form of a readme. When the author published the article in a newspaper in the form of 7,000 dollars in full-page advertising, it touched all the readers with an article.

When I is a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made to you laugh. 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", "your 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 to were terribly, busy we but on that worked. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that Li Fe could not is any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs at the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream are bad For dogs, ' you said ', and I took long naps in the ' sun waiting for ' to ' come home at the ' end of the '.

Gradually, you are began spending more in work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for your patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided your about bad decisions, a nd romped with glee at your homecomings. She, now your wife, are not a ' dog person '-still I welcomed her into my home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because for 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 your worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of the 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 I fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers I eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me Kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch is now so Infrequent-and I would have defended them with My life if need is. 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 for you if you had a dog, which you produced a photo of me from your wallet and Tol D 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 are have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they'll be is moving to the apartment that is not does W Pets. 　 You have ' ve made the right decision for your ' family, but there is a time I is 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 are filled out the paperwork and said "I know you'll 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 are had to pry your son's fingers loose from I collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy." Please don ' t let them take my dog! and I worried for him, and what lessons your had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and Responsibilit Y, and about respect for all life.

You are gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take I collar and leash with you. You are had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After your left, the two nice ladies said your 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 the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost I appetite days ago. At a, whenever anyone passed I pen, rushed to the front, hoping it is you-that you had changed your Mind-that Is all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least is someone who cared, anyone the WHO might save me. When I realized I could is not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I ret Reated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the "End of" and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate RO Om. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed I ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what is to come, but there is also a sense of relief. The Prisoner of Love had run out of. As is I, I am 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 your so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through me body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and Murmu Red "How Could"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I am so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it is her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn ' t be ignored O R 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 I tail this I "How could you?" is not directed At her. It was your, my beloved Master, I was thinking of. I'll have to do you a and wait for your forever. May everyone in the your life continue the show for so much loyalty.