Here is a poem to share & pass on.

      WHERE IS IT?
      by Molly Biehl © 2001
      Critter Haven Jr. Youth Coordinator

      In the cold dark prison he cries
      As his little sister dies.
      She is the last of his kin,
      One by one they got so thin.

      And now he feels so weak today...
      The man who feeds them walked away.
      "This one can't eat...it's too weak"
      And despite that no kind words did he speak.

      So slowly he is wasting away,
      Sitting in his prison every day.
      Where is this horrible, horrible place?
      Some faraway country? what a disgrace!

      And who are these people locked away tight?
      With no food or water and no strength to fight?
      People? It happens to the least of our kind
      They can't talk or fight, all they have is their mind.

      And the places, where many are locked away still
      It's right in your country - it's a puppymill.

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        Stop the Horror of Puppymills
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We have some of these places in Oz, too. They're called 'Puppy Farms' here. Our state, Qeensland, passed laws only yesterday that are going to make it easier for the animal welfare authorities to hunt out places like that & close them down. These laws will also make it more difficult for the puppyfarmers to set up in the first place.