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The Last Dog on Earth
**permission to crosspost and forward**
They were at the door. Her little dog was growling softly. She tried
to hush
the sound. She knew what they wanted. She felt as though her heart
was being
ripped from her chest. She had managed to hide her little friend for
years.
She shared her food and bed with her. She had bought her on the
black market
It had cost her dearly but it was worth it.
She had been so alone. Nothing to love her or for her to love in
return. Her
children had grown up and forgotten her. Her husband had died two
years
before she found Sweetie. Sweetie had been a tiny black and tan ball
of fur
showing her Yorkshire Terrier background. Of course, she knew that
Sweetie
could not been purebred. There had been no purebred dogs for years.
There
were few dogs since the breeders had been slowly and methodically
beaten
down.
When this first started, everyone sat back and said they could not
possibly
be the breeders they were talking about. After all, they loved their
dogs
and they were not puppy####. They would never let themselves be
overloaded
with dogs. Some of them did not get overloaded nor did they breed
more than
a litter or two a year. They were smug and secure in that only the
puppy####
were being raided.
The raids were relentless. They would take place in one state then
another.
The dog raiders got smarter with every raid. They learned about
warrants,
the court system, the law in different states and they used whatever
means
they could to eliminate the breeders of dogs. Some people thought the
raiders were dog lovers trying to save the poor mistreated puppies.
Some of
them were dog lovers, at first. The well-meaning rescue groups were
used.
The American Kennel Club was used. They would revoke the rights of
the
breeder who was raided. Kennel clubs were infiltrated and destroyed
from
within. The very fibre of the dog world was silently unravelled one
string at
a time.
Everyone would rise to arms against every breeder raided. Saying
things like
that terrible person mistreated those poor dogs; that person had too
many
dogs; and that person is crazy. If the truth were not provoking
enough they
would lie and say that person should die. They campaigned by e-mail,
petitioned the courts, and used political pull. Even when common
sense would
tell them that they did not know the facts or circumstances, they
persist.
They would see fat happy tail wagging dogs and would say abused
dogs. They
no longer believed their own eyes. The dogs tried to tell the truth
but no
one could hear them.
True, there were cases of abuse, beaten, starved, and sick animals,
at first
Then the tide shifted. Good honest dog loving people started to being
raided. Any reason was used. Dogs were taken and the owners refused
rights
to reclaim their dogs. The raiders started to narrow the number of
dogs
which were in violation. Any person with a dog became a target. Dog
grooming
became a thing of the past. Veterinarian services were performed out
of back
room under the dark of night until there were no veterinarians. Dog
shows
had long disappeared along with the American Kennel Club. Children
were told
tales of the days when every boy had a dog to run with through
fields. The
stories of " Old Shep"," O'Yeller", "Call of the Wild"," Lassie" and
all
those wonderful stories which would bring tears to the eyes of grown
men
were being forgotten except by a few.
But she remembered as a little girl the small dog who loved her,
followed
her everywhere, and gave her comfort like no one on earth could
give. She
just had to find her that special warmth, the grateful lick-kiss,
something
that loved her unconditional and a reason for getting up in the
morning. She
found Sweetie.
Now they were at her door to take the life that she cherished. The
warm
little black and tan 3- pound body that loved her as much as she
loved it.
And there was no one to stop them.
The old lady with the last dog on earth
**permission to crosspost and forward**
They were at the door. Her little dog was growling softly. She tried
to hush
the sound. She knew what they wanted. She felt as though her heart
was being
ripped from her chest. She had managed to hide her little friend for
years.
She shared her food and bed with her. She had bought her on the
black market
It had cost her dearly but it was worth it.
She had been so alone. Nothing to love her or for her to love in
return. Her
children had grown up and forgotten her. Her husband had died two
years
before she found Sweetie. Sweetie had been a tiny black and tan ball
of fur
showing her Yorkshire Terrier background. Of course, she knew that
Sweetie
could not been purebred. There had been no purebred dogs for years.
There
were few dogs since the breeders had been slowly and methodically
beaten
down.
When this first started, everyone sat back and said they could not
possibly
be the breeders they were talking about. After all, they loved their
dogs
and they were not puppy####. They would never let themselves be
overloaded
with dogs. Some of them did not get overloaded nor did they breed
more than
a litter or two a year. They were smug and secure in that only the
puppy####
were being raided.
The raids were relentless. They would take place in one state then
another.
The dog raiders got smarter with every raid. They learned about
warrants,
the court system, the law in different states and they used whatever
means
they could to eliminate the breeders of dogs. Some people thought the
raiders were dog lovers trying to save the poor mistreated puppies.
Some of
them were dog lovers, at first. The well-meaning rescue groups were
used.
The American Kennel Club was used. They would revoke the rights of
the
breeder who was raided. Kennel clubs were infiltrated and destroyed
from
within. The very fibre of the dog world was silently unravelled one
string at
a time.
Everyone would rise to arms against every breeder raided. Saying
things like
that terrible person mistreated those poor dogs; that person had too
many
dogs; and that person is crazy. If the truth were not provoking
enough they
would lie and say that person should die. They campaigned by e-mail,
petitioned the courts, and used political pull. Even when common
sense would
tell them that they did not know the facts or circumstances, they
persist.
They would see fat happy tail wagging dogs and would say abused
dogs. They
no longer believed their own eyes. The dogs tried to tell the truth
but no
one could hear them.
True, there were cases of abuse, beaten, starved, and sick animals,
at first
Then the tide shifted. Good honest dog loving people started to being
raided. Any reason was used. Dogs were taken and the owners refused
rights
to reclaim their dogs. The raiders started to narrow the number of
dogs
which were in violation. Any person with a dog became a target. Dog
grooming
became a thing of the past. Veterinarian services were performed out
of back
room under the dark of night until there were no veterinarians. Dog
shows
had long disappeared along with the American Kennel Club. Children
were told
tales of the days when every boy had a dog to run with through
fields. The
stories of " Old Shep"," O'Yeller", "Call of the Wild"," Lassie" and
all
those wonderful stories which would bring tears to the eyes of grown
men
were being forgotten except by a few.
But she remembered as a little girl the small dog who loved her,
followed
her everywhere, and gave her comfort like no one on earth could
give. She
just had to find her that special warmth, the grateful lick-kiss,
something
that loved her unconditional and a reason for getting up in the
morning. She
found Sweetie.
Now they were at her door to take the life that she cherished. The
warm
little black and tan 3- pound body that loved her as much as she
loved it.
And there was no one to stop them.
The old lady with the last dog on earth
