Leave. I Never Will.

Dark. It’s always dark.

Pain. I’m always hurt.

Hunger. I’ve known nothing else.

Stench. It always smells.

Dark. It’s always Dark.

Leave. I never will.

I was born here in this cage, the only one from my mother’s last litter.

She lay there exhausted as she pushed me out.

Her belly sagged with stretched skin.

Her body thin, bony and frail.

Her fur matted with dirt, faeces and blood.

Her eyes are glazed as they take her away.

“She’s no longer useful,” they say, and I was to “replace her.” They say.

The next day, they gave me water in a bucket.

I drank it, thirsty. It was dirty and smelt like urine and rot.

They threw rotten food at me that fell to the floor.

I ate it, hungry, as it soaked up the piss and faeces from the ground.

I was not fed again for another five days.

It’s cramped.

Sitting up is only possible if my head is bent low.

It’s cold.

The floor is harsh, rough and unforgiving.

I bark.

My voice is joined by many.

5 months later i am too warm and i bleed.

I was given an old towel, mouldy and flea bitten.

They open my door.

I am excited.

I am finally allowed out for the first time.

Another dog -male- is held in front of my cage.

I am confused.

He thrashes around with a crazy look in his eyes.

They places him in my cage and let go.

I was then cornered, mounted and raped.

He bites my shoulders bloody. He is knotted in me for a painful hour.

I am hurt.

They bring in another male, large and ferocious, he does the same.

I am scared.

The third male is vicious. He wouldn’t stop. They have to pull him off me.

I am crushed.

6 weeks following, I am tired and hungry as I lay on my towel.

My stomach is full, but not with food.

I whine quietly.

I am full of need.

The dog across from me whines as well clawing at her cage.

I hear a loud noise. Shouting and slapping.

The dog across from me is silent.

They come to my cage and hit it’s roof.

The metal rattles, shakes, the noise hurts.

I quickly scramble to the back corner.

They are angry. Angry at me.

I curl up in fear.

A stick is shoved harshly into my side.

It tingles and buzzes painfully.

I thrash around whimpering.

They leave after hitting the roof again.

I lay curled up and silent.

They do not feed me again for 2 weeks.

One day i feel sick.

My stomach cramps.

Pain wracks my body.

I shake, wheeze and cry out.

My body knows what to do.

I push and push.

One small pup comes out.

I lick it clean and nudge it about.

I cannot see it. It’s too dark.

It cries. Breathing wet and raspy. Alive.

I curl around it to keep it warm.

It snuffles and seeks a nipple.

I sleep tiredly.

The next day i find that my pup is a boy.

A towel is placed over the door of my cage with a small gap to see out.

I check over my pup again.

This is the routine for the next few weeks.

The pup sleeps and eats.

I care for him.

A day after his eyes open and he takes his first steps, they take him away.

I cry, whine, bark.

They hit my cage and take out the buzzing stick.

I am too sad and distressed.

The stick goes into my stomach.

It buzzes loudly, popping sounds are heard.

More pain then anything i have felt before.

There is a smell of smoke.

I see black after some time.

Next i wake, i am wet.

Water is shot into my cage washing the faeces, urine and blood away.

I am slammed into the back wall when the water is blasted over my body.

They leave.

My body shakes with cold.

My towel is wet.

My arm is bent.

My pup’s smell is gone.

I mourn the loss.

3 Months later i bleed again.

I am fearful.

I know what comes next.

My next litter i have is 7 pups.

They take them all away.

The cycle begins again.

Dark. It’s always dark.

Pain. I’m always hurt.

Hunger. I’ve known nothing else.

Stench. It always smells.

Dark. It’s always Dark.

Leave. I never will.

Five years later…

I am numb.

One last time.

I lay exhausted as i lie down pushing out my last pup.

My belly sags with stretched skin.

My body thin, bony and frail.

My fur matted with dirt, faeces and blood.

My eyes are glazed.

I leave my last pup.

A girl.

As they take me away.

HELP CLOSE PUPPY FACTORIES BY:

  • NOT BUYING FROM PET SHOPS THAT DO NOT KNOW WHERE THE DOGS COME FROM
  • INQUIRING ABOUT THE PARENTS OF A DOG AND DEMAND TO SEE THEM
  • ADOPT A DOG FROM THE RSPCA
  • NEVER GIVING DOGS AWAY ‘FREE TO A GOOD HOME’

http://www.knowyourbestfriend.com/

http://www.animalsaustralia.org/puppies

http://www.oscarslaw.org/