Sometimes you come across something that just tears your heart out, chops it up in little pieces, tosses it on the floor and stomps on it. This is one of them for me.
This is the story of a puppy who died. He didn’t have to die, but he had either a very ignorant or cruel owner. This little guy speaks from the grave not only for himself but for countless numbers of animals who are needlessly put to death every single day.
I don’t know the name of the original author, if anyone does please share with me so I can give credit where credit is due.
You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number.
I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.
I died today.
Love, Your Puppy
Please share this with everyone you know. It’s time to stop animal abuse and the needless execution of innocent animals.