By
Chris Johnson
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Dear
Pet Shop Puppy Owner;
Today, your
dog's mother died in my arms. After years of
enduring relentless pain, living in filth
and never knowing kind words or gentle hands,
she had the gift of a few months of a life
with people who loved her and would do
anything for her. It wasn't long enough and
she still suffered pain that would probably
be unbearable to you or me despite
everything possible that could be done for
her.
She died on the first perfect day of Spring,
having never known the feel of the hot sun
or gentle summer breezes. She never got to
run with abandon through the grass or sniff
interesting smells, chew on sticks or dig
holes in the yard. She was blind, crippled
with arthritis, had a fractured jaw and few
teeth from bad diet and no care, and riddled
with cancer which invaded her brain and made
life confusing and frightening.
We loved her deeply and her loss is almost
more than we can bear and made more terrible
by the fact that she was only with us for a
few short months. It would have taken years
and years to make up for the callousness and
cruelty she endured at human hands. Even
then, it wouldn't have been enough.
Despite all the terrible things that had
happened to her, she still bravely faced
every day with a joyous heart and wagging
tail. She was my teacher and my hero. My
life will never be the same.
So hug her puppy close to you this day and
think of the sacrifice this angel made so
you could have that cute puppy in the window.
I hope you realize how lucky you are.
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