Lack of understanding of hooman luv...

As I lay here on da couch, I ponder such fings as my lack of understanding of hooman luv. I look at my momma dog and see her filled wiff luv for us bassets and all living creatures (minus piss ants and frogs). We are richly blessed and very spoiled. We get to lay and distribute hairz upon da furniture and bed. We get to zoom thru da house, we strow fluff all over da house, and other very annoying fings. Ivy really rolls on momma dog's dome to wake her up, she barks at the crack of dawn and chews on momma dog until she gets up to provide us foodies. Momma dog spends lotsa money on us to keep us healthy and all shot up wiff vaccinations. We have MANY pals who care about their furbabies like dis too. Who get hugs and kisses even tho we are covered wiff hariz. But on da flip side, there are so many, many dear furbabies dat die everyday in shelters, pounds, and/or at the hand of hoomans. I am a rather spiritual little dude and I believe dat like in da Bible we were made for hoomans to have a loyal companion. They are to care for us and luv us. But why do soooo many die? Is it because of da "busy-ness" of da hoomans? Is it because breeders can make money making lots of babies....only for many of them to be dumped, starved, dropped off at a shelter? Is it because they get tired of dealing wiff our hairz, health care costs, foodie costs, etc? My lack of understanding hooman luv also encompasses da fact of how quickly they fall out of luv wiff their companion animals and even their own kind. Dis simply amazes me. I have unconditional luv for my hoomans. I greet them every morning and say bye to them as they go about their way...I am always here to greet them when they return and I am ALWAYS happy to see them, even tho they aint da prettiest hoomans around, have bad breaff and fart alot...I still LUV them. I have not fallen out of luv wiff them. Da sad fing is, I am very well taken care of and luved but even da unfortunate companion animals desire and long for unconditional luv from a hooman. Beaten and starved animals go back to da mean hands that do horrible things to them, they continue to wag their flags for just a touch of luv. They have so much to offer the hooman but da hooman's luv was nothing but a vapor on a windy day. It saddens me to the bone to see da faces of many of thousands and thousands of animals that are posted on FB that are in shelters on deaff row and needing homes and only a tiny few of them get a home or rescued. The sadness and desperation, confusion, pain, and hurt is bleeding in their eyez...they long to give luv and to recieve luv as well. 
Remember hooman pals, we are voiceless and are totally subjected to you and whatever treatment you bring to us. Dis treatment if bad can cause harms to you but we will be da ones blamed and dumped for disposal. We can't go to someone and tell them of abuse, neglect, starvation and such...please just look into our eyez and see da luv we have for you....please evaluate your luv for your companion animal. Please adopt and don't shop!!!  (Note: horses are companion animals and not for eating).  Hugs from da RHH.