A Letter From A
Puppymill Puppy
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I
don't remember much of the place where 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 breathe. 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 went 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
veterinarian’s 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, goodbye 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 was not written by me, it came to me with the following note.
(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
