Hartzfyrre Whippets & Greyhounds
 

About Dog Breeders

This poem, which makes me tear up every time I read it, tells the story of the REAL breeder.  I wish I knew the identity of the author so that I could give him/her proper credit.  

The Breeder

I love my little puppy; she makes  my house a home. 
She is my  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 just 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 ~


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Denni & Tony Maxwell
Bredbo, ACT, Australia
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