Past Puppies

Past Puppies

These poodles are in their new forever homes.

A Breeder's Poem

I love my little puppy; she makes my
house a home.
She is my very sweetest little friend; I
never feel alone.
She makes me smile; She makes me
laugh; She fills my heart with love . . .
Did some person breed her, or did
she fall from above?

I've never been a breeder, never seen
life through their eyes;
I hold my little puppy and just sit and
criticize.
I've never known their anguish; I've
never felt their pain,
the caring of their charges, through
snow or wind or rain.

I've never waited the whole night
through for babies to be born,
The stress and trepidation when
they're still not there by morn.
The weight of responsibility for this
body in my hands,
This darling little baby, who weighs
but 60 grams.

Should you do that instead of this . . .
or maybe that was wrong?
Alone you fight and hope, one day,
he'll grow up proud and strong.
You pray he'll live to bring great joy to
someone else's home.
You know it's all just up to you; you'll
fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottles, heating pads, you've
got to get this right,
two-hour feedings for this tiny guy,
throughout the day and night.
Within your heart you dread that you
will surely lose this fight,
To save this little baby, but God
willing . . . you just MIGHT.

Day one; he's in there fighting; you
say a silent prayer.
Day two & three, he's doing well, with
lots of love and care.
Day four & five . . . he's still alive; your
hopes soar to the heavens.
Day six he slips away again, dies in
your hands, day seven.

You take this little angel, and bury
him alone.
With aching heart and burning tears,
and an exhausted groan,
You ask yourself, "Why do this? . . .
Why suffer through this pain?"
Yet watch the joy your puppies
bring,and everything's explained.

So, when you think of breeders and
label them with "Greed,"
Think of all that they endure to fill
another's need.
For when you buy your puppy, with
your precious dollars part,
You only pay with money . . . while
they pay with all their heart.

- Author Unknown