Hello and Welcome...
On this page you will see why I feel the way I do about God's Creatures,
and if your here long enough,
I guarantee you'll feel what I feel in my heart.
I want to introduce you to a little guy named Sam,
Had I known, had i been there...
I would have gladly given all I had to save him.
This page has a serious *Kleenex warning*
but its message needed to get out......
so here it is.
My Name is Sam
After I was discharged from the Navy, Jim and I moved back to Detroit
to use our GI bill benefits to get some schooling.
Jim was going for a
and I after much debating decided to get mine in
One of the classes that was a requirement was Speech. Like
I had no fondness for getting up in front of people for
let alone to be the center of attention as I stuttered my
through some unfamiliar subject, but I couldn't get out of the
and so I found myself in my last semester before graduation with
one of my classes.
On the first day of class our professor
that he was going to leave the subject manner of our talks up to us,
was going to provide the motivation of the speech.
We would be
for six speeches,
each with a different motivation. For instance our
speech's purpose was to inform.
He advised us to pick subjects that
interested in and knowledgeable about.
I decided to center my six
around animals especially dogs.
For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of
For my speech to demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd,
Bodger to class
and demonstrated obedience commands.
was almost over and I had but one more speech to give.
take the place of a written final exam
and was to count for fifty per
of our grade.
The speeches motivation was to persuade.
After agonising over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal
I decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets.
My goal was to
persuade my classmates to neuter their pets.
So I started researching
There was plenty of material, articles that told of the
dogs and cats
that were euthanised every year, of supposedly beloved
that were turned in to various animal control facilities for the
or worse dropped off far from home, bewildered and
was usually a blessing.
The final speech was looming closer, but I
My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt
even the most naive of pet owner to succumb to my
A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea
going to the local branch of the Humane Society
and borrowing a puppy
use as a sort of a visual aid.
I called the Humane Society and
what I wanted.
They were very happy to accommodate me. I made
to pick up a puppy the day before my speech.
The day before my
went to pick up the puppy.
I was feeling very confident. I could
and numbers without ever
looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional
When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy, named
explained that he was the public relations person for the Humane
He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour
before I picked up the puppy. I enthusiastically agreed.
started out in the reception area,
which was the general public's
encounter with the Humane Society. The lobby was full, mostly with
dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted.
me that this branch of the Humane society took in about fifty animal
and adopted out twenty.
As we stood there I heard snatches of
"I can't keep him, he digs holes in my garden"
"There such cute
know you will have no trouble finding homes for them."
"She is wild
can't control her."
I heard one of Humane Society's volunteer explain
lady with the litter of puppies
that the Society was filled with
and that these puppies, being black,
would immediately be put to
Black puppies, she explained, had little chance of being adopted.
who brought the puppies in just shrugged,
"I can't help it" she
whined " They are getting too big,
I don't have room for them."
We left the reception area, Ron lead me into the staging area
the incoming animal were evaluated for adoptability.
Over half never
made it to the adoption center.
There were just too many. Not only
people bringing in their own animal,
but strays were also dropped
law the humane society had to hold a stray for three days.
was not claimed by then it was euthanised,
since there was no
information on the animal.
There were already too many animals that
eagerly provided by their soon to be x owners.
through the different areas,
I felt more and more depressed.
statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of what this
did to the living breathing animal. It was over
Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door. "That's it." He said.
"Except for this." I read the sign on the door.
want to see one?" He asked.
Before I could decline, he interjected,
you can't tell the whole story unless you experience
I reluctantly agreed.
"Good." He said " I already cleared it
is expecting you."
He knocked firmly on the door.
It was opened
by a middle aged woman, in a white lab coat.
"Here's the girl I was
you about." Ron explained.
Peggy looked me over.
"Well I'll leave you
and meet you in the reception area in about fifteen
I'll have the puppy ready." With that Ron departed, leaving me
front of the stern looking Peggy. Peggy motioned me in.
As I walked
room, I gave a audible gasp.
The room was small and sparten.
couple of cages on the wall
and a cabinet with syringes and vials of
In the middle of the room was a examining table with a rubber
There were two doors other then the one I had entered. Both were
one said to incinerator room, and the other had no sign,
hear various animals noises coming for behind the closed door.
of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator,
that caused my distress.
Two wheel barrels, filled with the bodies of
kittens and puppies.
I stared in horror.
Nothing had prepared me for
I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing become rapid and
wanted to run from that room, screaming.
Peggy seemed not to notice
She started talking about the euthanizaton process, but I
I could not tear my gaze away from the wheel barrels
dozens of pathetic little bodies.
Finally, Peggy seemed to noticed
was not paying attention to her.
"Are you listening?" She asked
"I'm only going to go through this once.
I tore my gaze
back of the room and looked at her.
I opened my mouth to say
nothing would come out, so I nodded.
She told me that behind the
door were the animals
that were scheduled for euthanasia that day.
picked up the a chart that was hanging from the wall.
next." She said as she looked at the chart.
"I'll go get him."
the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door.
she got to the door she stopped and turned around.
"You aren't going
hysterical are you?" She asked
" Because that will only upset the
I shook my head. I had not said a word since I walked into that room.
unsure if I would be able to without breaking down into tears.
As Peggy open the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond.
small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages.
like they were all occupied.
Peggy opened the door of one of the
and removed the occupant.
From what I could see it looked like a
She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which
As Peggy brought the dog into the room I could see
no more than a puppy maybe five or six months old.
The pup looked to
cross between a Lab and a German shepherd.
He was mostly black, with
amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet.
He was very excited and bouncing up and down,
trying to sniff
in this new environment.
Peggy lifted the pup onto the table.
in her hand.
which she laid on the table next to me. I read the card.
said that number one fifty three was a mixed Shepherd, 6 months old.
surrendered two days ago by a family.
Reason of surrender was given
At the bottom was a note that said Name: Sam.
Peggy was quick and efficient , from lots of practice, I guessed.
She laid one fifty three down on his side and tied a rubber
around his front leg.
She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of
All this time I was standing at the head of the table.
see the moment that one fifty three went from a curious puppy
He did not like being held down and he started to struggle.
then that I finally found my voice.
I bent over the struggling puppy
whispered "Sam." " Your name is Sam."
At the sound of his name Sam
He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue
darted out and licked my hand
And that is how he spent his last
watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness.
It was over
I had never even seen Peggy give the lethal shot.
not be contained any longer.
I kept my head down so as not to
myself in front of the stoic Peggy.
My tears fell onto the still body
"Now you know." Peggy said softly.
Then she turned away. "Ron
waiting for you."
I left the room. Although it seem like it had been
only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door.
my way back to the reception area.
True to his word, Ron had the
already to go.
After giving me some instructions about what to feed
he handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good
That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the
I went to bed that night but I could not sleep.
After awhile I
and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics.
second thought I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to
Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I
at my Speech class with Puppy Doe.
When my turn came to give my
walked up to the front the class with the puppy in my arms.
I took a
and I told the class about the life and death of Sam.
finished my speech I became aware that I was crying.
I apologized to
class and took my seat.
After class the teacher handed out a critique
our grades. I had got a "A".
His comments said "Very moving and
Two days latter, on the last day of class,
one of my
came up to me.
She was a older lady that I had never spoken to in
stopped me on our way out of the class room.
"I want you to know that
adopted the puppy you brought to class." She said.
"His name is
Now I realize, your probably crying,
and maybe even a little upset with me for making you sad.
But my point is this, crying wont do much.....
we HAVE got to get this story out.
We have to make people see.
If you already have a beloved pet, or several..
have them spayed or neutered.
If you dont own one, for God's sake, adopt one if you can.
Adopting 2 would be better still.
Donations, donations, donations!
Donate to your local humane society,
so that they may better care for the unfortunate souls who land there.
And last but not least...
forward this page to everyone you know!
Get it into your local papers and media.
And God bless you for caring.
Peace and Love,
Use the tune Away In A Manger
Away in the shelter only steel for a bed
The little tiny Kitten laid down his sweet head
with none to love him here's where he'll stay
Where no one will hold him at all this day.
People are busy, the kitten awakes
But little sweet kitty no mews does he make
Forgive us little baby, for what can we do
There are just too few of us and too many of you
Be brave little kitty the angels are near
Close by and forever they will hold you dear
I love you little kitty the angels do say
Soon you will be with us forever to stay.
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