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Sunday, August 28, 2005

Don't leave me - live up to your committments

I guess many urban dwellers all over the world own a pet, be it dogs, cats, fishes, parrots or even pets from the rodent families. However, how many of these people can actually keep up with their committment? Not many I guess...here is an extract from one of my friend, shoot's blog:

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 fingers 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 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 my wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I love everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent --and I would've defended them with my life if there is a need to. I would sneak to 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 if you had a dog, that you produced a picture 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 I was your only "family". I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelt of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled up the paperworks 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'd rush to the front, hoping it was you that 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.

I cried upon reading this story and I went up to Ondre to give him a pat. Ondre will be turning 4 years old next wednesday and I wonder how dogs at SPCA celebrate theirs. This is a sad truth but many dogs are being abandoned in Singapore a year. As we all know, Singapore is not an extremely big country with loads of land and this attributes to the SPCA only being able to afford a small area of shelter for the animals at Mount Vernon. As such, when too many animals are being sent to SPCA, they have to go through a course of "selection" and pick out the younger and healthier animals amongst the group of abandoned animals. The older and sick ones will therefore have to go (by euthanasia). Who can save them? Seriously, have you (the sick and perverted people who abandon your dogs) ever thought about how they feel? They don't ask for much, just your love and probably 2 meals a day. Of course there will be excuses like, "I can't afford to keep it anymore", "It's too mischievious, I can't handle it" or even "I'm to busy to keep it". Excuses, excuses, excuses, then let me ask you, why did you even bother to keep a pet in the first place if

YOU DONT EVEN HAVE THE FINANCIAL CAPABILITY!? Come one, what shit is that? Not like they need to eat abalone everyday, you eat rice, they eat rice, very expensive meh you tell me. Say la!
Before even getting a pet, you should expect them to be like any children out there. They have their time when they will be wilful as well, just bear over this period and they will grow up to be of the best companion. Do you even abandon your children just because they are mischievious? No right? (Of course there are some detrimental people who does that, but that's only for the minority). Anyway, you will start by saying your child is a life. So? The dog is not a life is it? It's just a piece of shit to you right? I think you are more shit!
Busy busy busy. Need a lot of time meh? They most of the day just sleep at home waiting for you to come back and feed it dinner as well as bring it for a walk only. Moreover, nowadays most job 5 days work only. Nevermind about that, some people slog half their life. Some people no time can go pubbing, some people no time can go holiday, some people no time can do these and that. Crap, time is for you to manage.

Please consider carefully before you get a pet and don't get them just because they are cute when they are young because it takes a lifetime of committment to keep them. Don't ever treat them like a thing to entertain you only when you are bored. Put yourself in their shoes and think about it please, thank you.

To you they may just be a dog. But to them, you are their everything.

As such, I have decided to post picture of Ondre because I realise I have to love him more from now on. There are soo many unfortunate pets out there. It would be kind of you to actually donate to the SPCA as they seriously need a lot of funds every year.

|._Ondre stumbled at 9:23:00 PM_.|

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