"The Puppy Millers Don't Really Hurt
These Dogs......"
Posted by Tracy on September
20, 2000 at
07:30:18:
Permission to crosspost..
The Cute Little Puppy In the
Window
The Other Victims of Puppy Mills.
Puppies are not the only victims
of puppy
mills.
I fell in love with a beautiful
little teddy
bear of a puppy the instant I
set eyes on
her and whe let me know that
the feelings
ere mutual. I knew nothing about
puppies,
the Keeshond breed or puppy mills.
I only
knew I had to have this adorable
little bundle.
She became the joy of my life
and a delight
to my soul and somehow we both
survived her
puppy hood. We were inseparable
and the bond
between us deepended each day.
I soon learned
that a Keeshond is a thinking
being with
a keen sense of humor and fair
play.
The first time I tossed a ball
for her to
chase she ran after it and brought
it back
to me, also the second time.
But the thired
time she didn't give me the ball,
she just
looked me in the eye, gave her
head a toss
throwing the ball across the
yard then looked
at me expectantly. I understood
the message
and dutifully ran, laughing all
the way across
the yard to retrieve the ball.
I guess that
was my first "obedience
Lesson"
in taking turns and fair play.
I must have
passed the test because I got
a great big
laughing Keesie grin and some
tender licks
as my reward. I would play little
jokes on
her and she would play little
jokes on me,
often amazing me with the uniqueness
of the
things she would think up. She
never ceased
to amaze me and I could never
look at her
without thinking, how beautiful
and intelligent
she was. The very sight of her
lifted my
spirits and inspired me. We ate
together
and slept together, when I showered
she would
come nosing in through the curtain
and join
me, when I soaked in a tub full
of bubbles
she could't resist jumping in.
When we hiked
through the woods and streams
together she
would never let me out of her
sight. At the
ocean we would chase seagulls
and splash
in the water together. She was
always happy
to help me dig holes in the garden
and I
would help her chase lizards
and other critters
and dig in the gopher holes.
We had such
wonderfully happy times together
and I loved
her with all my heart and soul.
Little did I know she was a aticking
time
bomb of sorrow, pain and anguish
for the
both of us, through no fault
of her own or
mine. She had been born to suffer
and bring
grief by an insensitive, greedy
puppy miller
whose only concern was mass producing
puppies
for profit. These degenerates
don't care
if they reproduce puppies with
genetic disorders,
hjeart and immune system disorders,
allergy
and skin problems or any other
inherited
defect. They don't care about
the future
health of the puppies or the
devastation
they will cause in the lives
of the people
who love them. They over breed
indiscriminately,
as often as they can with as
little cash
output as possible for food and
housing,
in unimaginable filthy conditions
and without
veterinary care of loving attention.
My little partner began with
allergies, then
skin problems, heart problems
followed. I
sold my antique bellows organ
to pay the
vet bill and buy her jprescriptions.
There
were times she would seem to
get better,
then she would get worse and
I would have
to lift her up and carry her
outside to go
for a ride or make a puddle.
Her liver and
kidneys began to function poorly,
she retained
water and couldn't make a puddle.
Back to
the vet, more tests, more medication.
I sold
my peano to pay for it all, to
buy her a
little more time. I called university
research
centers and talked to some very
kindly researchers
who shared any new information
they had with
me on her problems and I tried
it all. It
was hell, she was suffering and
I was doing
all that I could find out to
do and it wasn't
enough. I sold my wedding rings
to pay the
vet and prescriptions and buy
a special concentrated
diet that I had to put down her
throat with
a syringe when she stopped eating.
After
three years of nursing and caring
for her,
of hoping and praying for a miracle
I finally
realized it was time, time to
make that terrible
decision. She couldn't eat or
drink, she
could not walk run or play. She
could't do
any of the fun things she so
dearly loved
to do, she was suffering and
she had lost
her wonderful laughing keesie
grim. I was
physically, emotionally and financially
exhausted.
With my heart breaking, sobbing
uncontrollably,
I called the vet and made the
appointment
for three days later in the afternoon
just
before closing. For the next
three days I
would carry her out to the truck
and lay
her on a cushion where she could
see out
of the window. I would drive
up the dirt
roads through the woods at 5
miles per hour
all day, to all the places where
we had shared
so many happy hours together.
She rested
her chin on the opej window sill
and watched
intently as we drove. She had
always enjoyed
riding alon like this, woofing
at deer and
squirrels when we saw them. She
seemed to
enjoy the scenery now but only
pricked up
her ears at the sight of a squirrel
with
no woofing at deer and squirrels
when we
saw them. She seemed to enjoy
the scenery
now but only pricked up her ears
at the sight
of a squirrel with no woofing
request to
stop and let her chase it up
a tree.
On the last day, my face streaming
with tears,
I told her about my own near
death experience,
how beautiful and wonderful it
was on the
other side where she would be
a puppy again
without any pain or suffering.
When we arrived
at the vets office I apoligized
for my selfishness
in not letting her go sooner
and asked her
to forgive me and wait for me
on the other
side. She looked at me with the
most intense
look of understanding, gave me
a tender lick
and laid her face in my hand.
Tell me puppy millers was your
$25 profit
worth it.
G Kerry (c) 9/19/2000
If you have a printer be my guest
and place
it in pet shops and on all the
bulletin boards
you can find, forward it to others
who will,
anything to stop these money
grubbing degenerates
from breeding heartaches for
dollars
Sincerely,
Kerry
.
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