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The Puppy's Plea
A 12-year-old named
Mollie wrote this poem.
She brought it to us at a recent Petland
Here I lie, alone
in my cage
The breed that I am is all the rage.
I came here from a
A place where dogs are bred until killed.
I remember my
Her fur soft and sleek,
She, too, lived in a cage,
was so small and weak.
I was only a baby,
Just 2 months old,
I was taken from Mother,
I was hungry and cold.
I was shipped off in
All scared and alone,
I didn't know where I was,
knew I wasn't home.
There were other pups too,
Every one lost and
I was starving and thirsty,
So were the rest.
I know she's the best.
I arrived in the pet
Wishing for comfort,
But all that my heart felt
My paws ached from walking on grids,
When people came, I
Here I still lie, alone in the store,
You want to take
And make me yours?
Please, oh, please,
Don't take me
For if you do another pup,
All cold and alone,
Another dog in need of an owner,
Another puppy away
from its mother,
I'll stay here, I can do it,
Just leave me
There's nothing to it,
If you walk out of the
Puppies will come here never more,
And no dog will have to
live like this,
Cold and alone, without a home.
Nobody should have
to live like this,
That's my one and only wish.
Let Me Play Before I Die
'Tis lonely here in prison,
I dream of sun, of
I saw them from a window once,
but I don't know how they
I've never known a caress,
a friend, a bone, a toy,
a human girl or boy.
But some men have
with selfishness and greed,
that my fate shall be a
and for my keep, I'll breed.
What should fuel this
My kind may bark in vain.
We care not for your
and few know of our pain.
We're hidden well from
for our freedom some may cry.
God grant me, please, just
Let me play once before I die.
each one the same,
another year older
a little more
left out in the weather
with little protection
my body is
and hot with infection
in the freezing cold
or the searing
with nothing but wire
beneath swollen feet
my food bowl is
my water dish dry
What did I do??
please tell me,
the litters come
and the litters go
where do they take
I don't know...
Is this a bad joke?
or a horrible
I have no home
not even a name
no one to love me
no one to bathe me
and brush my hair
my teeth are
my eyes are encrusted
where are the people
to whom I'm
I cry every night...
so afraid, don't you see?
this be the life
God intended for me?
someone, speak for me
losing my will
take me out of this hell
called a puppymill...
Puppy MIlls 2
ache, my muscles sore,
so tired I have grown,
I sit within the
of this tiny cage I call home.
lots of different breeds,
They too share my aches and
with no humans to tend our needs.
I am a bitch or so they
I hear it's not a bad name.
Lots of puppies I have
to them it's just a game.
I sit and watch day after
so many puppies being born.
Where do they go, what happens to
when from their Moms they're torn?
I can see the grass
growing tall and green,
I long to sniff and feel it.
walked upon that field
nor have they let me near it.
walk upon this screen so hard,
so rough, so cold.
My feet ache, my
toes are sore,
I'm exhausted and feel so old.
My friends have
told they lived in places,
long before this one.
touched them every day
and with children they could run.
to have just one human
pet and kiss me,
and maybe play a game.
know it will never happen,
but I wish it all the same.
they bring another dog
and toss him in with me.
Another litter I
there's no end that I can see.
The little girl that
sits beside me
cried out the other day.
She screamed out
then limp she went
and the pups were taken away.
She was gone
but just a day,
when her sister was beside me.
She too had some more
so small and weak and tiny.
The other day they came and
while my puppies were being born.
"This one's too big,
there's no use now,
her insides are too torn."
They scooped me
up, it hurt so bad,
the blood was everywhere.
They never tried to
they didn't seem to care.
They took me
to that big green field
and laid me on the ground.
The smell was
and the ground so soft,
I tried to look around.
me with more soft soil,
I had nothing to fear.
I closed my eyes and
I knew the end was near.
No longer do
the feel of human touch,
or how it feels to run and
here I have so much.
There is a
great big colored bridge,
and fields that go forever,
I'm happy, I'm
home, I'm someone's friend,
it couldn't get much better.
[This was written about a dog in the Johnson County Pound, Smithfield,
North Carolina. Gas chambers are still used in several Virginia
Hello. My name is "Lost Soul" and I'm a stray mutt mix
who was found by an animal control officer when I was trying to find food
in somebody's garbage can. I'm starving, skinny and scared. I'm 3 years
old, and my whole life was spent chained to a tree. My owner moved and
just let me run free. I'm not that beautiful. I'm a black lab mix like
most of the other "prisoners" at the shelter. Most people will pass me by
because of my emaciated body and skin problems. I know it's time for me to
go to heaven and I accept this. I just wish I could die a peaceful death
with a shot. But no, I will die in the GAS CHAMBER in Johnston County, NC.
I will be put in a box with many other dogs and locked in. I will be
scared and start to cry. I hope none of the other dogs get mad and start
to attack me, which is very common in this situation. I will start to
breathe in the gas and I will feel my eyes and mouth burn and I will start
howling. I will take my little nose and put it to the bottom of the grate
to try to catch some fresh air. This isn't working, Oh God, Please Help, I
can't breathe! I'm vomiting, dizzy and starting to black out and convulse.
I hear the other "lost souls" scream and some blood is splattered on me
because I'm pawing to get out...and I cut the pads on my paws off. Oh my
God, this hurts and I'm so scared! I'm wondering why I have to die this
way?? All I ever wanted was a family to love and warm lap to sit on!! Why
do convicted murderers on death row get a shot, but I have to die in a GAS
CHAMBER? I wish I could die with a shot, with a vet holding me and rubbing
my ear telling me everything will be okay. I would die with some dignity
and not defecate or urinate on myself. I better give in to the gas and go
to heaven now, for if I don't die, they will put me in the gas chamber and
do it again. I can't wait to get to heaven and have all the angels rub my
belly and give me kisses.
Please rescue a dog or cat before they are gassed...Please call the
news or newspapers and tell them that you don't want your tax money used
for the GAS CHAMBER.
Gas box in
Lee County, Virginia.
Photo from http://www.valeagueofrescuers.com/.
write, "Although Lee County is building a new facility, they plan to move
this gas chamber to the new facility."
PET STORE PUPPY
This story may be published or
reprinted in the hopes
that it will stop unethical breeders and those
breed only for money and not for the betterment of the
Copyright 1999 J. Ellis
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
for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of
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
and I really should have been with Mom still, but she
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 a
strange place. Just the two of us. We huddled
and were scared, still no human hands came to pet or
So many sights and sounds and smells! We are in a
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
puppies here. I see humans look at me. I like the
humans', the kids. They look so sweet, and
fun, like they would play
All day we stay in the small cage. Sometimes
people will hit the glass and frighten us. Every once
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
her small, thin body. I had heard them say she was
that I should be sold at 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
Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day!
are a nice family, they really, really wanted me! They
bought 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!
family takes such good care of me. They are loving
and tender and
sweet. They gently teach me right and
wrong, give me good food, and
lots of love! I want
only to please these wonderful people! I love
little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.
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 okay. So I relaxed. The bet must have
sad words to my beloved family because they looked
I heard "severe hip dysplasia," and
something about my heart. I heard
the vet say
something about back yard breeders and my parents
I know not what any of that means, just that
me to see my family so sad. But they still love me,
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 lets
up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved
girl, and I find it hard to breath. I keep trying my
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
about "it might now be the time."
Several times I have
went to that veterinarian's
place, and the news is never good. Always
congenital problems. I just want to feel the
sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.
night was the worst. Pain has been my constant
companion now. It hurts
even to get up and get a
drink. I try to get up but can only whine in
I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so
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
lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.
table is so cold. I am so
frightened. The humans all hug and love me,
into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness.
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 holds
me softly and I thank her for giving me all her
I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is
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
Mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green
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 moons
them, but it was not meant to be.
"You see," said the
veterinarian, "Pet shop puppies do
not come from ethical
The pain ends now, and I know it will be many
until I see my beloved family again. If only things
by Bruce Andrew Peters
Back in the
It was "run with the pack,"
no sense to stray nor run away.
But who'd like:
To be forgotten, just because master's
That a newborn child in the family would mean -
stop your breathing?
Or the landlord who says: "No more shelter you'll
Dump four-legged faithful on such a whim,
they love us to the very end, even when the margins are so ever slim.
Speaking at the animal shelter, is Labrador Jim:
"I'm not sure
how, but I ended up here.
There's sixty thousand like me every day,
That's over twenty one million each year.
It's a reprieve from
neglect and yelling and a bruising beating, or a blood-splattered dog
gnashing, tissue-tearing teeth, at a clandestine meeting.
Oh! My heart wails!
Sullen as the stench, choking the air.
The injustice of it all, and nobody cares.
Cold, lifeless steel
bars, somber's the word in this jail. Yelp for help! Grim Reaper's driving
Saviors rarely post bail.
Against all odds,
hope's all we have,
at the end of the road.
No trip's worse,
than a final ride in the back of a hearse."
practice, evening news
and dinner for two:
prayer's answers are
found in you.
God and goodness we say on Sunday,
Did we forget our
furry friend's fiasco?
It's 24/7 - that's every day.
Take Me Home
by Avril Lavigne
think it applies well to homeless animals and animals in breeding mills.
I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
footsteps on the ground
I'm listening, but there's no
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
know who you are but I,
I'm with you
I'm looking for a
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
nothing's going right and
Everything's a mess
And no one likes to be
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody take me
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
you take me by the hand,
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you
are but I,
I'm with you, I'm with you
Oh, why is everything so
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
It's a damn cold
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I,
with you, I'm with you
shelter worker. From
wish you could see as I sit here today,
Tears filling my eyes, the loss
in my heart...
For a dog unknown to you.
Her body strong, her eyes
Gleaming with anticipation for any little treat.
Locked in a
cage for more than a month,
Her hope, never faded,
Her trust, never
Though her card said "Caution,"
With love she
Sitting up straight on her hard plastic bed
more, "Just please scratch my head"
My love for this pup was hard to
For the day before her time was due,
I gave her a bone which
she dropped to the floor.
She knew...I had come to say goodbye.
cursed the owner for Shawna's fate!
When next someone exclaims:
could you work here?"
No, we're not to blame,
only doing your dirty
With anger, not shame
Not "puppy-killers" or "evil"...
the last loving hand to say goodbye...
Written by an Animal shelter volunteer in Massena,
From All Breed Rescue and Referral, a D.C. area rescue group
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I'm bad
No more growling
belly from the meals I never had.
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that's dry.
complaining neighbors about the noise when I cry.
No more hearing "shut up", "get down" or "get out of here"!
feeling disliked, only peace is in the air.
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can't see
why I was
ever born If I weren't meant to be.
My last day of living was the best I ever had.
Someone held me very
close, I could see she was very sad.
I kissed the lady's face, and she hugged me as she cried.
my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and died.
See the video about shelter animals at http://www.borntodiepets.com/.