puppy millers... xposted
The Other Victims of Puppy Mills - xposted
Puppies are not the only victims of puppy mills. This is my story.
I fell in love with a beautiful little teddy bear of a puppy the instant I
set eyes on her and she let me know that the feelings were 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
deepened 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 third 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 couldn'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 ticking 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, heart 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 or 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 prescriptions. 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 piano 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 couldn't walk, run or play. She couldn't do
any of the fun things she so dearly loved to do, she was suffering and she
had lost her wonderful laughing Keesie grin. 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
open window sill and watched intently as we drove. She had always enjoyed
riding along 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 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 veterinary office I apologized for my selfishness in not
letting her go sooner 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?