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My pet Precious’s PAGE
hi this is all my pic of my girl precious she is my heart she was living on a roof allalone
till my gramdma found her we was going to buy a pet but we got her and
i love her she barks at a door forever till some one gets it she loves me
and i love her :D:D look
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Its sad to say bye but this is the end of her
Me me everyday… hi i have a dog her named is precious she is a real life dog the pic but
back to me iam nice caring and iam a animal lover i love to draw but iam really badsometimes
lol i say that i have good friends on school and on here
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If a pet dies 75% would say
oh well they were a good pet
20%would cry their eyes out
if you are one of the 5% that
would give their pet a funeral
then post this to your page
You see a teenager putting a kitten in to a 750 degree oven
95% of people would yell “QUIT IT!!!!!”
4% would yell " BAKE"
1% would push everyone out of the way grab the kitten out of the oven call 911 have the teens arrested and take the cat to the vet
Put this on your profile if you are that 1%
You know you live in 2010 when…
1] You accidentaly enter your password on a microwave.
2] You haven’t played solitare with real cards for years.
3] The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a screenname or myspace.
4] You’d rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV.
6] Your boss doesn’t even have the ability to do your job.
7] As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.
8] As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.
9] And you were too busy to notice number 5.
10] You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.
11] Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.
12] Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.
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 belly rub.
My housebreaking 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 and 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 and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and 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, 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 good-bye 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 and 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 dog speak, 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. And 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 directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
anothor sad story:
“When I was born I was like any other kitten. I was fluffy, and my eyes were closed. People came. They comented on my beautiful coat, and when my eyes opened, they admired those too.
Then I grew older. My fluffy coat evened out and became sleek, and my eyes became a shinning ice blue.
He looked at me, and it was love. He took me in. I loved him, although he was old.
I stayed with him for a few years.
Then he was gone. I waited the whole day for him.
He never came.
Some people came and put me in a box. I heard them murmering how sad it was. A stroke.
At his age.
They said he should have been in a home. But he was too proud.
I was heartbroken.
We got to the shelter. I climbed into my new “home,” if you could call it that.
A small cage that reeked of fear, hopelessness, and death.
There I stayed for two long weeks.
Then you found me.
You took me in, like my old owner did, so long ago. Lifetimes, it seemed like.
You brought me to a new place. It smelled like the cage.
I was filled with dread.
You put me in a larger cage, this time with a scrawny male.
You’ve done this for years now. I’m worn out. This is my 27th litter.
I didn’t raise any.
I can’t have any more. You know this. You take me out back.
I can only be relieved it’s all over now.
I stand proud before my fate, and wait for the soothing blackness that only death can bring.
Death is better than this life.
Ironic, isn’t it?
All this time, I thought I was blessed with beauty.
How wrong I was.
I wait for you to just do it. I can’t stand it waiting any longer.
I see you pull out the needle.
It slides in painfully.
I stand untill the end, wondering why.
Why he had to die.
Why you were so cruel.
Why I was sentenced to live.
I’m in heaven now, reunited with my beloved, old friend at last. I look down, watching my story being repeated with countless other cats, glad, at least, that my children, their children, are happy.
Please protect them.
Keep them alive.*
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