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My Life (by A Pet Store Puppy)

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 they wanted the 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 were in a store where there were many different animals!  Some that squawked!  Some that meowed!  Some that peeped!  My sister and I were jammed into a small cage.  I heard other puppies there.  I saw humans look at me.  I liked the "little humans," the kids.  They looked so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me!

All day we stayed in the small cage, sometimes mean people would hit the glass and frighten us, every once in a while, we were taken out to be held or shown to humans.  Some were gentle, some hurt us.  We always heard "Aw, they are so cute!  I want one!" but we never got to go with any. My sister died one night, when the store was dark.  I laid 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.

One day, 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! TheMom 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 enjoy running and playing with her.

One day, 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 okay, so I relaxed.  The vet must have said sad words to  my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad.  I heard "severe hip dysphasia" and something about my heart....I heard the vet say something about backyard breeders and my parents not being tested. I knew not what any of that meant, just that it hurt me to see my family so sad, but they still love me, and I still love them very much!

I am six 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'm supposed to be, but it is so hard.  It breaks me 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 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 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 can see my mother and my brothers and my 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.

J. Ellis

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