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Prince was a nice dog. He was a rottweiler, and had been labelled a caution. But he was always nice with me. He would bark almost constantly to get my attention, and smile and wag his stubby little tail when I talked to him. When I would walk away, he'd pick up his food dish and throw it around. He only growled at me once, when I got too near his rawhide bone. He was a sweetie.

His owner never came back for him. The number and address he left were out of date. After many attempts, we finally got ahold of his owner. He said that he would be in the next day to pick Prince up. He never came.

Because he was a rottweiler, and because he was labelled a caution, Animal Control and a number of other shelters wouldn't take Prince in. The powers that be made a decision that Prince would have to die.

This morning I took him for a walk, fed him, talked to him. And he wagged his stubby little tail and smiled at me. I didn't know that today would be the day. I led him to the doctor, and held him and kissed him while the doctor gave the injection. I helped him to the floor as he fell. The doctor whispered "I'm sorry, Prince." I patted him as he died in my arms.

From another site:

HOW COULD YOU???

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 bellyrub.

My housetraining 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, 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 I 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, especially 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. 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 or cat, 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 goodbye 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, 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 dogspeak, 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. 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 meant for 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.


RIP Prince. I loved you, and I will always remember.
 

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I feel so sorry for you. If my dog dyed I would probally end the world so the pain would end. I am sorry for you and hope you feel better. Sorry if I downed you a bit mt heart feels for you. I'm sure Prince was a nice dog.
 

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Thank you for your kind words.

I feel so incredibly guilty. He trusted me, and I led him to his death. I mean, I've witnessed euthanasias before, but it was always because the animal was suffering. Prince was a perfectly healthy dog. It is just so unfair and cruel, and I am really hating humans right now.

I hate the man who abandoned him, I hate the shelters who wouldn't take him in, I hate the people who made the decision, I hate the doctor who injected him, and I hate myself for being a part of it all.

I am trying to take comfort in knowing that he didn't know what was happening, and that I was there to hold him and that maybe he knew that I loved him and that he wasn't alone. But in the end, it doesn't matter, because an innocent life was taken for no good reason.
 

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I hadn't cried in awhile either...That was beautiful SilverC...especially since I have a soft spot for all dogs, and I have 6 Rotties myself. You treated Prince with the affection that he deserved.
 

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SilverC - I am so sorry you had to experience that. But please take comfort in knowing that he died with someone who truly cared by his side. And I totally get the "hating humans" thing. I can't read the "How Could You" story anymore.....I cry every single time.
 

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aww, I'm sorry to hear about Prince.. I remember reading about him in another thread here and wondering what would happen. How can people just abandon an animal. I'm sorry you had to be put in such a difficult spot. Thank you for sharing love with Prince in his final moments.
 

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I can't read the "How Could You" story anymore.....I cry every single time.
Yeah, it's a pretty powerful story. I found it on a guinea pig website. Apparently it was written by a shelter worker, and is put in every adoption package at that particular shelter.

Thank you again, guys. I really really appreciate all your kind words. I'm feeling a bit better today; I could talk about it with a coworker without bursting into tears. I dreamt about Prince last night, but I don't remember it very well. I have a feeling that this experience is going to stay with me for the rest of my life.

I know that I will probably see this same scenario happen time and time again. And although it hurts like hell right now, I wouldn't wish the pain away. I hope my heart never becomes so hardened that something like this becomes routine.
 
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