ADULTS AND RESCUES FOR SALE
TOP PICTURE IS 2005 EASTER MONEY DRIVE ($2226.00)
FOR THE PPAWS SPAY AND NEUTER CLINIC IN
GREENBACK TN
THE BOTTOM PICTURE IS OUR CHRISTMAS 2006 MONEY
DRIVE  ($1212.00) TO HELP THE SPAY AND NEUTER
PROGRAM AT THE SEVIER COUNTY ANIMAL SHELTER IN
SEVIERVILLE, TN





SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR PET, DON'T LET ACCIDENTS HAPPEN!~
BELOW ARE DIRECT LINKS FOR DONATIONS OR ADDRESS TO MAIL A CHECK.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

Sevier County Humane Society
959 GNATTY BRANCH RD
SEVIERVILLE, TN 37862

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.


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. 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 or cat,
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 goodbye 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, 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.
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
meant for 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




"The Animals' Savior"
Copyright Jim Willis 1999


I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter...the cast-offs of human society.
I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal.
And I was angry.
"God," I said, "this is terrible! Why don't you do something?"
God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly.
"I have done something," He replied.
"I created You."
THIS IS WHY YOU
SHOULD
SPAY/NEUTER
PLEASE READ...
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SPAYING YOUR FEMALE PET:
Removal of the ovaries and uterus Ideal age is 4 to 6 months. If spayed before
the first heat cycle, your pet has a less than 1 percent chance of developing
breast cancer.

If spayed after one heat cycle, your pet has an 8 percent chance of developing
breast cancer.

If spayed after two heat cycles, the risk increases to 26 percent chance.

After two years, no protective benefit exists.



Pets with diabetes or epilepsy should be spayed to prevent hormonal changes
that may interfere with medication.

Eliminates the risk of ovarian and uterine cancer.

Eliminates unwanted pregnancies.

NEUTERING YOUR MALE PET:
Removal of the testicles and spermatic cord. Ideal age is 4 to 6 months.

Eliminates the risk of testicular cancer, the second most common tumor in male
dogs.

Greatly reduces the risk of prostate cancer and prostatitis.

Reduces the risk of perianal tumors.

Reduces roaming and fighting.

Eliminates or reduces spraying or marking in males neutered before 6 months of
age or before the onset of these behaviors.

Eliminates the risk and spread of sexually transmitted diseases.

Eliminates unwanted litters.

More thank 4 million pets are euthanized in U.S. animal shelters each year
simply because they have no home. Many are puppies and kittens less than 6
months old.
PEOPLE PROMOTING
ANIMAL WELFARE (PPAW)
6869 MORGANTON RD
GREENBACK, TN 37742
2 year old male toy poodle needs loving home ,
a family that will give him the attention he
needs. His name is Kipper and he loves to wear
t-shirts and play with his toys. He is good with
children as he thinks he is a child..lol. We are
a very busy family and don't have the time to
give Kipper what he needs and is praying for a
loving home for him to join. He has been
neutered and shots up to date. There is a
$200.00 adoption fee. No e-mail's, calls only
thank you and God bless.  
Monica  865-577-4307