A girl from one of my other forums wrote this, she gave me permission to post it

This is a story I wrote called I Knew They Loved Me. It's fictional, but sadly stories similar to this happen every day somewhere in the world. Warning for those who hate sad stories, 'cause you won't want to read this. Okay here goes:

The barn hay felt cool under my tired body. My sisters and brothers and I had been romping all day in the field. What fun it was! I remember playing hide-and-seek in the wildflowers. Oh and the pond, our fur got so very wet. Master wasn't too pleased with that but in the end he laughed right along with us. Of course, our laughs were actually little puppy yips but it was all in good fun.

I woke up the next morning. The sun was streaming through the window and i heard a bird chirp outside. But I also hear something else, a car door slam. My ears perk up. Master has come back with some treats for us! Ooh how happy I was, my whole body wiggled with joy. I ran outside into the fresh morning air and yipped for my master. I saw him...with someone else. There was another here, a young lady with her little girl, and they were walking toward me. The little girl looked at all of us and played with us. She was nice. I bounced around and she laughed when I licked her face.

That day something traumatic happened. I was taken away from my brothers and sisters. The woman and the girl were taking me away. Sure, I liked them. But I could not be taken away! No! Help! No, help, oh help! I can't be taken away from the place I have known and love! No, I'm still too young. Help!

I was taken to their house. I was very scared the first few days, but I soon came to realize that it was not so bad. I called the woman Momma. She fed me and gave me nice, cool water to drink. And I played with the little girl. How I loved that little child! She was so young and spirited. We spent all day playing in the backyard with my new toys. What fun I had, playing and rolling in the grass with that little girl. I knew we'd be friends forever.

I grew older. I didn't play as often with the little girl, who was really not a little girl anymore. Now she was older, more saphisticated, and she didn't have time for such games in the backyard anymore. "Childish games", she called them. I was hurt but I knew she loved me. Momma didn't give me treats as often. But I knew they were my family and they loved me.

Then one day there was great news. Momma was going to have a baby. When that day finally arrived, and she brought the baby home, everyone was so very happy. I remember the girl, my Backyard Companion, so happy and delighted at this new little bundle. I decided that if everyone else was happy, why shouldn't I be? I wagged my tail and my body wiggled. I couldn't wait to see this new little addition that everyone was so excited about. Momma took the baby into a room and I followed. She laid the baby down in a crib. Still wagging my tail, I approached the crib to get a first look at this little baby. What happened took me by surprise.

"Out!" Momma cried to me. "Out, out! I can't have you in here, not with the baby. Go on!" She shooed me away, and I left. I was hurt. But I knew they loved me. They were just excited. They would calm down soon.

But things didn't change. The baby became their top priority. I was merely fed and watered and let out occasionally to do my business. Momma often made remarks like, "Keep that dog out. I don't want him hurting the baby." Before she had called me things like "Sweetheart" and "Muffin". Now she simply referred to me as "that dog". I was hurt but I was almost sure they still loved me. They had to!

Then one day, Momma and the girl took me for a ride in the car. I remember how we used to do this back when I was a puppy. I was so excited, we were finally spending time together again. We went to a place I'd never seen before. This place was huge and kind of cold. I didn't like it much. I wanted to go back home. Maybe I could not see the baby but at least it was warm and comfortable there. This place reminded me of shadows and fear.

I was led to a cage. I didn't like it there. I wanted out! I wanted to go home! Oh, how I missed my big, green backyard! Don't leave me here! No! But it was too late. Momma and the girl, whom I'd spent years with, were leaving me behind without so much as a single goodbye. I whimpered and cried for them, but they did not turn back.

Over the next couple of days, I was fed and watered. The people here were nice, but I still wanted to go home. I made friends with a few of the other dogs. One day, I was taken to a back room by a lady. She seemed nice but there was something wrong with her. Her eyes were glazed, as if she were about to cry. I didn't want her to feel sad. I licked her hand and wagged my tail slightly, but I myself didn't feel good either because I had been left here by my own family. The lady took me into a small room and shut the door.

By then I knew something was wrong. I was laid on a table. The lady took out a long, sharp needle. It frightened me and I tried to get away, but she held me there. Held me there against her will, it seemed. What was going on? What was going to happen to me?

She inserted the needle into my thin flesh. I cried out. It didn't hurt much, really, but the needle frightened me and I just wanted to go back home. Within a few moments I felt dazed. I lay down. A single tear fell from the woman's eyes and landed on my soft brown fur. I tried to lift my head to nuzzle her, to comfort her, but I felt so weak. What was happening? I closed my eyes. I didn't want to, but I did. I don't know what's going on. Please, it's going dark...please help..........

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Later that day, the dog was thrown out with all the rest of the euthanized cats and dogs. It just goes to show you...if you're going to get a pet, get it for life! Show that you love your pet, like this dog thought of his previous owners, and don't take him to the shelter.

A girl from one of my other forums wrote this, she gave me permission to post it

This is a story I wrote called I Knew They Loved Me. It's fictional, but sadly stories similar to this happen every day somewhere in the world. Warning for those who hate sad stories, 'cause you won't want to read this. Okay here goes:

The barn hay felt cool under my tired body. My sisters and brothers and I had been romping all day in the field. What fun it was! I remember playing hide-and-seek in the wildflowers. Oh and the pond, our fur got so very wet. Master wasn't too pleased with that but in the end he laughed right along with us. Of course, our laughs were actually little puppy yips but it was all in good fun.

I woke up the next morning. The sun was streaming through the window and i heard a bird chirp outside. But I also hear something else, a car door slam. My ears perk up. Master has come back with some treats for us! Ooh how happy I was, my whole body wiggled with joy. I ran outside into the fresh morning air and yipped for my master. I saw him...with someone else. There was another here, a young lady with her little girl, and they were walking toward me. The little girl looked at all of us and played with us. She was nice. I bounced around and she laughed when I licked her face.

That day something traumatic happened. I was taken away from my brothers and sisters. The woman and the girl were taking me away. Sure, I liked them. But I could not be taken away! No! Help! No, help, oh help! I can't be taken away from the place I have known and love! No, I'm still too young. Help!

I was taken to their house. I was very scared the first few days, but I soon came to realize that it was not so bad. I called the woman Momma. She fed me and gave me nice, cool water to drink. And I played with the little girl. How I loved that little child! She was so young and spirited. We spent all day playing in the backyard with my new toys. What fun I had, playing and rolling in the grass with that little girl. I knew we'd be friends forever.

I grew older. I didn't play as often with the little girl, who was really not a little girl anymore. Now she was older, more saphisticated, and she didn't have time for such games in the backyard anymore. "Childish games", she called them. I was hurt but I knew she loved me. Momma didn't give me treats as often. But I knew they were my family and they loved me.

Then one day there was great news. Momma was going to have a baby. When that day finally arrived, and she brought the baby home, everyone was so very happy. I remember the girl, my Backyard Companion, so happy and delighted at this new little bundle. I decided that if everyone else was happy, why shouldn't I be? I wagged my tail and my body wiggled. I couldn't wait to see this new little addition that everyone was so excited about. Momma took the baby into a room and I followed. She laid the baby down in a crib. Still wagging my tail, I approached the crib to get a first look at this little baby. What happened took me by surprise.

"Out!" Momma cried to me. "Out, out! I can't have you in here, not with the baby. Go on!" She shooed me away, and I left. I was hurt. But I knew they loved me. They were just excited. They would calm down soon.

But things didn't change. The baby became their top priority. I was merely fed and watered and let out occasionally to do my business. Momma often made remarks like, "Keep that dog out. I don't want him hurting the baby." Before she had called me things like "Sweetheart" and "Muffin". Now she simply referred to me as "that dog". I was hurt but I was almost sure they still loved me. They had to!

Then one day, Momma and the girl took me for a ride in the car. I remember how we used to do this back when I was a puppy. I was so excited, we were finally spending time together again. We went to a place I'd never seen before. This place was huge and kind of cold. I didn't like it much. I wanted to go back home. Maybe I could not see the baby but at least it was warm and comfortable there. This place reminded me of shadows and fear.

I was led to a cage. I didn't like it there. I wanted out! I wanted to go home! Oh, how I missed my big, green backyard! Don't leave me here! No! But it was too late. Momma and the girl, whom I'd spent years with, were leaving me behind without so much as a single goodbye. I whimpered and cried for them, but they did not turn back.

Over the next couple of days, I was fed and watered. The people here were nice, but I still wanted to go home. I made friends with a few of the other dogs. One day, I was taken to a back room by a lady. She seemed nice but there was something wrong with her. Her eyes were glazed, as if she were about to cry. I didn't want her to feel sad. I licked her hand and wagged my tail slightly, but I myself didn't feel good either because I had been left here by my own family. The lady took me into a small room and shut the door.

By then I knew something was wrong. I was laid on a table. The lady took out a long, sharp needle. It frightened me and I tried to get away, but she held me there. Held me there against her will, it seemed. What was going on? What was going to happen to me?

She inserted the needle into my thin flesh. I cried out. It didn't hurt much, really, but the needle frightened me and I just wanted to go back home. Within a few moments I felt dazed. I lay down. A single tear fell from the woman's eyes and landed on my soft brown fur. I tried to lift my head to nuzzle her, to comfort her, but I felt so weak. What was happening? I closed my eyes. I didn't want to, but I did. I don't know what's going on. Please, it's going dark...please help..........

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Later that day, the dog was thrown out with all the rest of the euthanized cats and dogs. It just goes to show you...if you're going to get a pet, get it for life! Show that you love your pet, like this dog thought of his previous owners, and don't take him to the shelter.
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People treat pets like disposable family members. It's like having your daughter or son "to sleep" because they aren't cute and adorable anymore or because they don't live up to your standards.

Thats one powerful story ain't it! :sick:

People that would do that to their family pet deserve to die. If that had been real I would have wished that woman and child had wrecked their car on the way home and died. Some people can be so heartless.

People that would do that to their family pet deserve to die. If that had been real I would have wished that woman and child had wrecked their car on the way home and died. Some people can be so heartless.


Sad to say, It happens to pets everyday

I was reading that in class and had to try really hard not to cry.
I don't understand how people can see dogs and pieces of property, toys, or lawn ornaments. Very sad..

:cry: :cry: OMG, I am so glad that I rescued my dog.

I kinda sorta rescued my cat lol. She was a alley cat born at a flea market in Lexington and we found her under a building when she was a baby and brought her home. Good timing on my mom's part because she had just been weened and was looking for food when we found her.

I don't think you could pay me enough to work at the ASPCA. They said when Katrina hit, they brought tons of animals from Louisiana to SPCA in Houston. You know what that means. The ones that have been there the longest get the lethal injection to make room for the newbies. :( What a life. Living in a cage, being terrified, and the only human contact you have is when they're killing you.

It's stories like this is why I ALWAYS adopt from a shelter. I NEVER buy from pet stores or breeders. Unfortunately, stories like this happen way too often.