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 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 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.
(Jim D. Ellis (1999)
“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.
May be reposted and shared
freely as long as this credit appears with the post given to J.D.Ellis 1999, rottweilerdriver@aol.com“)
(German translation here)
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