A
Puppymill Baby's
Story
I don't remember much from the place I was born. It
was cramped and dark, and we were never
played with by the humans.
I remember Mom and her
soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She
had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and
sisters. I remember many of them dying, and I missed
them so.I do remember the day I was taken from Mom. I
was so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just
come in, and I really should have been with Mom
still, but she was so sick, and the Humans kept
saying that they wanted money and were sick of the
"mess" that me and my sister made.
So we were
crated
up and taken to a strange place. Just the two of us.
We huddled together and were scared, still no human
hands came to pet or love us. So many sights and
sounds, and smells! We are in a store where there are
many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that
meow! Some that Peep! My sister and I are jammed into
a small cage, I hear other puppies here. I see humans
look at me, I like the 'little humans', the kids.
they look so sweet, and fun, like they would play
with me! All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes
mean people will hit the glass and frighten us. Every
once in a while we are taken out to be held or shown
to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us, we always
hear "Aw they are So cute! I want one!" but we never
get to go with any.
My sister died last night,
when
the store was dark. I lay my head on her soft fur and
felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard
them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a
"discount price" so that I would quickly leave the
store. I think my soft whine was the only one that
mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage
in the morning and dumped.
Today, a family came and
bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family, they
really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and
food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her
arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say what a
sweet and good puppy I am! I am named Angel. I love
to lick my new humans! The family takes such good
care
of me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They
gently teach me right and wrong, give me good food,
and lots of love! I want only to please these
wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy
running and playing with her.
Today I went to the
veterinarian. it was a strange place and I was
frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the
little girl held me softly and said it would be OK.
So I relaxed. The Vet must have said sad words to my
beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I
heard severe hip dysplasia, and something about my
heart... I heard the vet say something about back
yard breeders and my parents not being tested. I know
not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to
see my family so sad. But they still love me, and I
still love them very much!
I am 6 months old now.
Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, it
hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets
up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved little
girl, and I find it hard to breath. I keep trying my
best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be,
but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the
little girl so sad, and to hear the Mom and Dad talk
about "it might now be the time". Several times I
have gone to that veterinarians place, and the news
is never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems.
I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run, and
play and nuzzle with my family. Last night was the
worst. Pain has been my constant companion now, it
hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up
but can only whine in pain.
I am taken in the car
one last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don't know
why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving,
what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would
be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the
little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand,
but can only whine in pain.
The veterinarians table
is
so cold. I am so frightened. The humans all hug and
love me, they cry into my soft fur. I can feel their
love and sadness. I manage to lick softly their
hands. Even the vet doesn't seem so scary today. he
is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my
pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank
her, for giving me all her love. I feel a soft pinch
in my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift, I am
beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now
softly lick her hand. My vision is becoming
dreamlike now, and I see my Mother and my brothers
and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell me
there is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I
tell the family good-bye in the only way I know how,
a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose. I had
hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was
not meant to be.
"You see", said the veterinarian,
"Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders."
The pain ends now, and I know it will be many
years
until I see my beloved family again. If only things
could have been different.
(This story may be published or reprinted in the
hopes that it will stop unethical breeders and those
who breed only for money and not for the betterment
of the breed. Copyright 1999 J. Ellis)