Angel's story

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 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 as 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 brought 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 gentle 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 backyard 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 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 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, "Now might be the time."

Several times I have gone to that veterinarian¹s 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 constant 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 veterinarian¹s 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 hold 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!

Morality of this story:

DO NEVER BUY A PUPPY JUST SOMEWHERE!!!!!

Buy your pup at a hobby breeder that have a big knowledge about the breed!

Do never buy a pup in a store, nobody wants to have an "Angel" !!!!!!

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