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Abandoned Dog
Abandoned Dog
Written by Anonymous
I saw you abandon and try to kill your best friend yesterday. I was
sitting on my front porch when you pulled up to the tennis courts
and parked under the big oak tree.
I watched as you opened the door, got out and let your best friend
get out of the car. He was dancing around your feet with joy at the
idea of a run in the park with you.
You let him run over to the softball field, then jumped back in your
car and sped off. Your best friend looked after you in consternation,
then chased you as far and as fast as his little legs would go. You
almost wrecked your car pulling out into traffic. The next car to turn
into the park as he stood there and stared after you almost killed
your best friend.
I thought you should know that the little dog you abandoned went
back to the big oak tree, there he stayed for the rest of the day. When
he first went back to the tree, he sat down, threw his head back and
howled his grief, anguish and fear to the heavens, then he settled
down, and loyal to a fault, waited for you to return. You never did.
You never intended to return to the little animal that had given you
his heart, his soul and his loyalty.
Animal Control was called, but never came. Your dog waited there
for you through thunderstorms and pouring rain. He never went more
than 100 feet from where you left him. Never sought shelter and
would not approach anyone, rather he ran from them and made it
clear he intended to wait for you.
I fed him twice, once before I went to work, once when I returned. He
would not come to me. One child was able to pet your best friend.
He went home to see if he could keep your dog and was told he
could bring him home long enough for Animal Control to come get
him.
I wasn’t satisfied with that answer, so, I took your best friend in. I
have seen abused animals before, but he was terrified. He cringed at
any sudden movement or loud voice. His expressive eyes told the
whole story - desperately afraid, yet so very hopeful that maybe,
just maybe, this time he wouldn’t get hurt.
I stayed home from work today. Your former best friend and I took a
trip to my vet. He was so scared, his little heart pounding. Afraid he
was going to be abandoned again.
As I expected, he was full of parasites, hook, round and pin worms. He
has now had all his shots and is scheduled for surgery next week. The
day I take him in for surgery, I will license him. I hope he doesn’t
have heartworms, but if he does, I’ll see that he is treated for those as
well.
If you should ever see this letter, be warned. If you show your face or
vehicle around my home, your license tag number will be noted and I
will take a warrant for your arrest for Cruelty to Animals. Should I get
the chance to do this, I will push for you to receive the maximum
punishment that the law allows.
The Bible says that man was given dominion over the earth and the
animals thereupon. If you look up the word dominion, it means
stewardship. Stewardship means that man is the caretaker appointed
to care for The Master’s property until The Master returns. Your brand
of “stewardship” is unacceptable.
The Native Americans have a legend that says that when a person dies,
before he or she is admitted into Heaven; they are judged by the animals
they knew here on earth. If I were judging you, you would be consigned
to the deepest pits of Hell. Knowing the love and loyalty your best friend
had for you, I suspect he would forgive you. I wish I could.
For the record: The above letter was the first I ever wrote with regard to
animals I have rescued. “L’il Bit” still lives with me. When he first came to
live with me, he was so young that he didn’t have his permanent canine
teeth yet. Within a week, his personality was beginning to develop and
the over whelming fear he had shown at first was vanishing, little by little.
His greatest pleasure now, besides running the squirrels out of the back
yard, is to sleep at my side. Either at the side of my recliner in the living
room: when I doze off, I often awake to find a head or a paw resting on
my arm and a pair of very soulful eyes gazing at me as though to say
“I’m here, are you OK?” or when I go to bed, actually lying by my side,
as close as he can get.
In my younger days, I didn’t like having a dog sleeping in my bed. Now,
I find the presence of a warm, loving, living creature beside me
comforting, often reaching out during the night and giving him a
pat or a rub.
Posted on SHARE Yahoo group - Apr. 11, 2008