Ms Phoebe Cates (Casa D'Amour Lilactime)...

Ms. Phoebe Cates is an adopted Silky from an owner who could no longer look after her. Such cases are considered norms as people tend to purchase puppies from breeders and pet shops without considering the level of commitment that they have to put in. Getting a new pet is a LIFETIME commitment.

 A pet is like your own kid. You can't just get one and expect it to take care of itself without any upbringing or guidance. You need to shower your pet with a lot of love and care if you want it to live happily amongst your family. Ms. Phoebe Cates is very lucky to be adopted by Ann, one of the main person behind Drunasty Kennel. Ann's love for animals is legendary and upon seeing the condition that Phoebe was in, she immediately took her in, showered her with love, groomed her with all the best biodegradle pet products that she could get her hands on, subjected her to the best vet care available and within a short period of just 8 months, Phoebe transformed from a scrawny looking Silky with short shaven coat to a beautiful looking dog, the envy of many owners.

We are pleased to post these photos of Phoebe over the years after being adopted by Ann. Here, you can see how much her fur has grown and how silky it is now. Have fun watching!

For all the people out there who are thinking of getting a pet, why don't you read the following story to at least have an understanding of how an animal feels when welcomed to a new home and finally abandoned when it is no longer wanted by the owner. The 1st time I heard about this was from my grooming teacher, Ms Annie Goh. She told me of it verbally and at the end of the story, the two of us ended up with tears in our eyes. I then made it my goal to extract the full version of it from the net and after months of searching, I finally found it when I was browing through yet another dog website. My aim is for each and everyone of us to truly understand the responsibility of having a pet. They are not toys that can be discarded at any time, but, a living thing created by God just like us. So think twice before you decide to embark on the wonderful journey of pet ownership. Try to put yourself in their shoes. If you do not know how, it's simple, just read on.....

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 belly rub. 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 anymore 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 understood the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to prise 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 realised 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 seperate 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 that 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

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