Pet-Shop Puppies and Unethical Breeders

I don’t remember much from the place that I was born.
It was cramped and dark, and the humans never played with us.
I remember Mom and her soft fur…but she was often very 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 much.
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.
The Humans kept saying that they wanted the money
And were sick of the “mess” that me and my sister made.
So we were crated up and sent 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 and there are many different animals!
Some that squawk! Some that meow!
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. I would love to play with them.
All day we stay in the small cage.
Sometimes mean people would 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, “Ahhhhh they are soooo cute! I want one!”
But we never get to go home with any.

My sister died last week, 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 ‘discounted’ 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 bough a dish and food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms.
I love her so much!
The mom and day 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.
The are loving and tender and sweet.
They 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 play with her.

I went to the Veterinarian.
It was a strange place and I was so 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 some sad words to my beloved family,
Because they look very sad.
I heard ‘severe hip dysplasia’, and something about my ‘heart’…
I heard the vet say something about “back yard breeders”.
I do not know 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 stops.
It hurts to run and plays 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.
I hear the Mom and Dad say “it might now be the time”.

Several times I went to the veterinarian’s place
And the news was never good.
I just want to feel the warm sunshine…
and run and play with my family.

Last night was the worst.
Pain has been my constant companion now.
It even hurts 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 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, and 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 years with them,
but it was not meant to be.
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.
“You see”, said the Veterinarian,
“Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders”.

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.

author: J.Ellis 1999

Groveshire Yorkshire Terriers, Newfoundland, Canada