A Letter From A Puppymill Puppy
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
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 veterinarianís 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)