Have a Tissue ready--BACKYARD PUPPY

[imported_Leanne]

[color=Blue][size=6]Backyard Puppy[/color][/size]


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 I should be sold at "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 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
so 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 backyard 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'm 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 veterinarian's 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 muzzle 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 was 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 softly lick 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 peace descend upon me. I 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)

[Smooshie]

:cry:

[ESSlover]

:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: *thought of backyard breeders comes to mind* :cry: :( :x :evil:

[izzy]

That's so sad, if you don't mind Leanne i'll take it to make the spanish version and use it here, thanks for sharing.

[mouseatthebusstop]

I have read it before but it always makes me cry :cry:

[imported_Leanne]

Of course i don't mind izzy :lol:

[Sharpeigirl]

:cry: :cry: :cry:

[sarahmyjoy]

:cry: :cry: :cry:

[__crazy_canine__]

Ellis has a few like these that always make me cry...

:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: