Dedication to Mill Dogs
This was written by one of our volunteers, Pam Jordan, after watching one of her new fosters be petrified of
everything. People do not realize how living in a wire cage without socialization, proper nutrition, and clean water
can damage a dog. We have taken some very scared dogs, older and pups, who should never have been
treated in the manner they were. Thank goodness there are people, like several of our volunteers, and
especially Pam who will take the really scared ones and work with them to help them overcome that fear.
Please enjoy Pam's writing and spread the word to help us STOP puppy mills!
"From the eyes of a puppy mill survivor"
Thank you, from all the dogs you have saved ...
and from all the dogs whose cries you will hear and rescue.
Pam Jordan
I'm cold
I'm hungry
I'm scared
Won't someone please help me?
I'm all alone
my family is gone.
I was thrown in this cage
what did I do wrong?
These wires hurt my feet
The urine stings my eyes.
Won't someone please help me?
Won't someone hear my cries?
My little body is in such pain,
my spirit is completely crushed.
I wish they would stop striking me
it hurts me so very much.
I try to hide in the corner
and be as quiet as I can be.
Maybe they'll throw me a bite to eat
maybe they'll give me a drink.
I guess not...
the lights go out
my stomach hurts.
I am forgotten about again.
I lay down and try to sleep
but these bars are killing me.
The lights come on
it's a new day
There are new people here today.
Hands reach for me
I'm scared, I back away
They pick me up
I'm terrified
please get away.
I'm in a crate
being taken away
taken away from all I've known.
I am so scared
please leave me alone.
The crate is open
I'm picked up again
I bite out of fear
please don't come near me.
Hands cause great pain
I'm terrified of you
and they are to blame.
I am put on the floor
I panic and run.
I need a place to hide
to hide away from all of this
that scares me so deep inside.
I'm given food and water
this is all so strange to me.
Your voice is calm
your hands so gentle
how can this possibly be?
You are so nice to me
yet I cannot trust.
I cower when you try to pet me
I run when your hands come near.
Please, won't you let me be?
I wait for the pain to inflict me
yet it never comes.
I wait for the hatred in your voice
but it never comes to be.
I am given hope and understanding
patience confidence and love.
I am given a bed and a blanket
but these things are foreign to me.
I curl up in the corner, on the floor
that's the way it's supposed to be.
I'm taken outside
it's big, open and scary.
Why are you doing this to me?
Little by little
my life is changing.
There is no more pain
no cages and no yelling.
The sun feels so good upon my face
the grass, so soft on my feet.
My stomach doesn't hurt any more
my own feces I don't need to eat.
Touch no longer causes great pain
instead it's kind and loving.
I am so grateful
for all these changes
though I don't know how to thank you.
I licked you on the hand today
you cried, I thought I hurt you.
Instead I got more love and praise
my spirit you begin to raise.
My prayers have all been answered
my cries have finally been heard.
I've been taken from that awful place
never again to return.
I am finally loved
I am finally accepted
I am finally free
from the abuse
and the violence.
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I huddle inside my small cage.
I can barely stand, it's so small, but that is ok,
because the wires of the floor cut into
my bare feet when I do.
My skin is raw, and cut, where I've had
to lay so uncomfortably for hours on end,
days without end, years that go on forever.
My body offers no comfort, as it's thin, and bony.

I have no bed on which to lay my body.
No blanket to cover me when I'm cold.
No furniture on which to sit.
No private place to do my "business".
No friends to call my own.
I am in Solitary Confinement,
with only myself for company.

My fellow "prisoners" can't help me,
for they too are in total misery.
Their lives are no better than my own.
I often hear their cries in the night.
Cries of pain, cries of sadness, cries of
loneliness.

I am hungry, and sick, but my captors
don't really care. I receive no medical attention,
as I'm not considered important in the entire
scheme of things.
Fight Puppy Mills: ADOPT, DON'T SHOP!!
My children give me a few moments of joy,
But they are taken too early, leaving my breasts filled
with milk. I know a different kind of pain now.
The pain of love lost.
The pain of true misery.

My stomach has stopped growling.
It's way beyond that, as I sit here with the pain.
Yesterday I Vomited blood, as my stomach
began to turn on itself.
Today I saw hair falling out by handfuls.
What had been beautiful golden hair is now gone.
Part of me wonders if maybe it will be over soon.

I sit day in and day out, staring into space.
I have no family to remember to give me strength.
I know of no God to worship in times of fear.
I have no love to remember in times of pain.
I have no hope.

I have no hope,
For I am a prisoner of Cruelty.
A prisoner of Pain.
A prisoner of Greed.
A prisoner of War.

For I am a prisoner of a Puppy Mill."

Help us shut down Puppy Mills!!
If you DON'T BUY dogs at the stores who support
these mills... and instead, ADOPT from the
thousands (maybe millions) of homeless pups...
there will be no need for puppy mills to exist.
Only then, will these sweet, precious souls
stop being Prisoners!