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Age: 44
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State: North Carolina
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October 12, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  sad

By Jim Willis, copyright 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 all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

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March 16, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

I wasn’t always sure about you

I had my doubts and fears

I wasn’t always certain

That you would really be there

When I needed a friend

More than anything else



I’ve learned, though

That you are someone special

Someone rare and essential

To my heart’s quest for love

Love that survives and thrives

Overcomes the worst of times

Continues to grow and prosper

Long after struggles and worries



You are someone I can trust

Someone who understands my thoughts

Someone who cares and shares

Someone who knows me

Like no one else can



You are someone I can believe in

Someone rare and aware of my heart

Someone who accepts me as I am

Without conditions or limits

You love without bounds



You are the person I turn to

When I need a real friend

Someone who I can be myself with

Without fear or anxiety

Without hiding my heart away

Without even a hint of doubt



I love you and am so thankful

To have a friend who I believe in


 

Thank you, once again

For being that friend

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March 11, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Life


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“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33, NIV).
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February 24, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  cheerful
Category: Food and Restaurants


http://women.webmd.com/features/six-super-foods-ev...

This is a great article listing foods that women need.
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February 20, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Pets and Animals


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Please Vote for Oscar, my little cock-a-pooh, to help the Humane Society 
 



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January 26, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  thankful
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Blog of Poetry by Regina Hill



You were the person who taught me that love

Is about giving from the heart,

Without a second thought



Love that is a part of every moment

The inspiration for joy and peace

The spark of hope that dreams

And believes…



Love is the answer each of us needs

When the heart is shattered

Broken beyond description

Filled with despair and pain

Capable of changing everything



You were the person who was honest and kind

You gave from the heart instead of the mind

Sincere and serene, you patiently tried

To provide sympathy and empathy

When I felt like I would never be

Filled with the hope and love

Of my dreams



You were the person who taught me that love

Is about giving from the heart

Without a second thought



And I’m filled with joy because

I’m giving from the heart

Without a second thought…

When I say…



I will always love you







©2009 by Regina Hill


 

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January 23, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  hopeful
 
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January 19, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  content
Category: Writing and Poetry

There is a part of me that looks for the good at every turn. I search for the joy, peace, grace, mercy, faith, hope and love. I search for those awesome blessings that only God can bestow on a life. And, many times, I find them.

 
I see joy in a child’s eyes as they dance with delight and insight and I smile. I see peace in the heart of one who has been touched by indecision and finally finds their resolution, and I smile. I see grace whispering softly as a grieving woman reaches out to find comfort, and I smile. I see mercy, both tender and trusting, soothing the soul of one who has been mistaken or misguided, and I smile. I see faith calming those who have been hurt, and I smile. I see hope reawakening in those who know despair, and I smile. I see love guiding hearts and souls past resistance, and I smile.

 
I smile because I know that God is in control.

 
 




©2009 by Regina Hill



 


 

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January 18, 2009 - Sunday 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Religion and Philosophy



From Oswald Chambers’ MY UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST



 


 


 

“Thomas answered and said to Him, ‘My Lord and my God!’” (John 20:28)



 


 

“Jesus said to her, ‘Give me a drink’ “, (John 4:7). How many of us are expecting Jesus Christ to quench our thirst when we should be satisfying Him! We should be pouring out our lives, investing our total beings, not drawing on Him to satisfy us. “You shall be witnesses to Me…” (Acts 1:8). That means lives of pure, uncompromising, and unrestrained devotion to the Lord Jesus, which will be satisfying to Him wherever He may send us.




 

Beware of anything that competes with your loyalty to Jesus Christ. The greatest competitor of true devotion to Jesus is the service we do for Him. It is easier to serve than to pour out our lives completely for Him. The goal of the call of God is His satisfaction, not simply that we should do something for Him. We are not sent to do battle for God, but to be used by God in His battles. Are we more devoted to service than we are to Jesus Christ Himself?
 
 

From Oswald Chambers’ MY UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST


Vision & Darkness

 

‘When the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell upon Abraham, and behold, horror and great darkness fell upon him’ ~ Genesis 15:12

 


Whenever God gives a great vision to a Christian, it is as if He puts him in “the shadow of His hand” (Isaiah 49:2). The saint’s duty is to be still and listen. There is a “darkness” that comes from too much light – that is the time to listen. The story of Abram and Hagar in Genesis 16 is an excellent example of listening to so-called good advice during a time of darkness, rather than waiting for God to send the light. When God gives you a vision and darkness follows, wait. God will bring the vision He has given you to reality in your life if you will wait on His timing. Never try to help God fulfill His word. Abram went through thirteen years of silence, but in those years all of his self-sufficiency was destroyed. He grew past the point of relying on his own common sense. Those years of silence were a time of discipline, not a period of God’s displeasure. There is never any need to pretend that your life is filled with joy and confidence. Just wait upon God and be grounded in Him (see Isaiah 50:10-11).


 Do I trust at all in the flesh? Or have I learned to go beyond all confidence in myself and other people of God? Do I trust in books and prayers or other joys in my life? Or have I placed my confidence in God Himself, not in His blessings? “I am Almighty God…” – El-Shaddai, the All-Powerful God (Genesis 17:1). The reason we are all being disciplined is that we will know God is real. As soon as God becomes real to us, people pale in comparison, becoming shadows of reality. Nothing that other saints do or say can ever upset the one who is built on God.

 



 





 

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My Utmost for His Highest: Today's Language
By Oswald Chambers
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January 17, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Religion and Philosophy

From Max Lucado’s GRACE FOR THE MOMENT, Jan. 17th



 

 

 

God never prefabs or mass-produces people… “I make all things new,” He declares (Revelation 21:5 NKJV). He didn’t hand you your granddad’s bag or your aunt’s life; he personally and deliberately packed you…


            You can do something no one else can do in a fashion no one else can do it. Exploring and extracting your uniqueness excites you, honors God, and expands His kingdom. So “make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that” (Galatians 6:4 THE MESSAGE)


            Discover and deploy your knacks… When you do the most what you do the best, you put a smile on God’s face. What could be better than that?



 


 




--  From CURE FOR A COMMON LIFE....



 


 


 


 

From Oswald Chamber’s MY UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST, Jan. 17th





 



 


 

The Call of the Natural Life



 

“When it pleased God to reveal His Son in me….” (Galatians 1:15-16)







The call of God is not a call to serve Him in any particular way. My contact with the nature of God will shape my understanding of His call and will help me to realize what I truly desire to do for Him. The call of God is an expression of His nature; the service which results in my life is suited to me and is an expression of my nature. The call of the natural life was stated by the apostle Paul – “When it pleased God… to reveal His Son in me, that I might preach Him [that is, purely and solemnly express Him] among the Gentiles…”


            Service is the overflow which pours from a life filled with love and devotion. But strictly speaking, there is no call to that. Service is what I bring to the relationship and is the reflection of my identification with the nature of God. Service becomes a natural part of my life. God brings me into the proper relationship with Himself so that I can understand His call, and then I serve Him on my own out of a motivation of absolute love. Service to God is the deliberate love-gift of a nature that has heard the call of God. Service is an expression of my nature, and God’s call is an expression of His nature. Therefore, when I receive His nature and hear His call, His divine voice resounds throughout His nature and mine and the two become one in service. The Son of God reveals Himself in me, and out of devotion to Him service becomes my everyday way of life.





 



 


 

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