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In the past, my puppies were removed and sold as soon as they could eat. My humans needed the money. As gorgeous little breed dogs, my puppies were adorable and fetched enough money to buy drugs and food. Our existence for the last several years has been around money, drugs, and food.
This litter of babies will also make their way out of my life, but they aren’t seen as an alternative form of cash. The humans around here use words like “fur-baby.” They also use “companion,” “family member,” and “best friend.”
The humans say I will also be adopted. Once my puppies are weaned, I will be spayed—no more pregnancies. I can look forward to a life of romping in a yard and being with a new loving family.
King, Grey, and I all barked about this day. Together, we comforted one another. Sometimes, we worried about having food for everyone, but we made it. Moving ahead alone is bittersweet. Yet, I am happy we are getting our second chance. There are times when I ponder how badly things could have gone if we had eaten one of those mysterious packets, or the police had come in with guns, or our humans abused us.
Watch for updates on my life. I am eternally grateful to the staff at WCHS for all their work.
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