I found this Poem on a cocker spaniel site.
I can't copy and paste it tho.
here's is the link http://www.geocities.com/Petsburgh/Haven/9862
hope it works its a tearjerker poem
It worked for me but now I a was able to copy the poem: here it is
How Could You?


A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a full page ad in the
paper to present the following essay to the people of the community.


HOW COULD YOU?

By Jim Willis 2001


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 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 have 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 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. 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 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.
The End

______________________

A note from the author:

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as
it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of
the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American
and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the
essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly
attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate,
on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office
bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the
family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love
and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your
animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or
animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is
precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage
adoption.

[ July 28, 2001: Message edited by: shais_mom ]