I don't know if this has ever made it to this board but here it is anyways... Horrible and sad and so very true...
AM I FAMOUS NOW
I was born today. One of ten. My daddy is very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips…just puppies. She is always very sad when they leave her. I have lots of half brothers and sisters.
I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mamma and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But they said one day I'd be famous. I wonder: IS FAMOUS THE SAME AS FUN AND GOOD TIMES? So you picked me up and carried me away. I don't thin you liked me.
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. I will try to be brave. My heart says, BE BRAVE! My ancestors were. Did they go to homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big field with butterflies and robins and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man kicks and hits me and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good food like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can go close for touching and petting. Sometimes I hide behind a tree. Sometimes my food smells bad, but after awhile I eat it anyway.
Today I had puppies. I had ten. They are so wonderful and fluffy and warm. AM I FAMOUS NOW? I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard for me to lie in this hole under the house and nurse the puppies. It is hot and something bites me. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight. Two got cold during the night, and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, I can get some food.
Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us. I now only have three. The others got cold one day, and I couldn't get them warm again. They are gone. Someone grabbed my three puppies. They were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes on it. I couldn't see my puppies. ARE THEY FAMOUS NOW? I hope so because I miss them. They are gone.
The place smelled urine, fear, filth and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst part is UNWANTED. No one came though I tried to be good.
Today someone came. They put a rope around my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good! Then I felt tired and laid over against the last one who cared. I am famous now. Today, someone cared.
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That was just the saddest thing I've read in a while. It brought tears to my eyes.
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