Health & Fitness
Blog: Have a Little Heart for Puppy Mill Mothers
A tribute on National "Have a Heart Day" for the thousands of puppy mill mothers sacrificed in silence under fraud for 40 years as prisoners of the inhumane industry of commercial breeders.
For National “Have a Heart Day” I encourage readers to share a little heart with the mothers of puppy mill pets.
Leave a comment or ask questions, but do your part to end the silent suffering of the voiceless pet store puppy parents, who are dying right now in Midwest Puppy Mills.
Newport Beach needs to recognize the cruelty laws by returning specific federal rights to American Companion Animals granted by Congress in 1966. Russo’s in Newport Beach, and the commercial puppy mill industry, has violated these for more than 40 years.
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It is time to stand up for man's best friend and stop silencing our dying puppy mill mothers.
Please consider that your Russo’s puppy’s mother was also a puppy once. She has never known the comfort of a soft bed, a kind touch, or security of life. She is a mere breeding machine in a commercial industry impregnated at every heat cycle, despite the fact it is killing her.
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She will never leave her tiny wire cage. She lives in constant pain of untreated genetic and infectious disease. When her womb burns out at age 5 she will be shot, drowned, her skull crushed with a brick, or denied food and starved to death dying in a wire floor cage she never left her entire life.
NEWPORT BEACH PUPPY MILL MOTHER
Left out in the weather with little protection, my body is sore and hot with infection.
In the freezing cold or the searing heat, with nothing but wire beneath swollen feet.
My food bowl is empty, my water dish dry, What did I do? Please tell me, WHY?
My babies are sickly, where do they go? Where do they take them? I don’t know...
Is this a bad joke or a horrible game? I have not a home, not even a name.
No one to love me, no one to care. No one to bath me or even brush my hair.
My teeth are rotting, my eyes are encrusted, where are the people to whom I’m entrusted?
I cry every night…. So afraid , Don't you see?
Could this be the life God intended for me?
Someone speak for me, I am losing my will. Take me out of this hell called a Puppy Mill.
