Tilly's Story - the beginning
This is my version of Tilly's story - it is completely fictionalized as we will never know what really happened to this little "Velcro" dog.
It may have been dark when she was born, but even if the sun had been blaring, she came into this life under a cloud.
Her tiny body revealed no indication of her royal ancestry - her family tree descended from the Bichon and bred as companion dogs for Cuban aristocracy. Her bloodlines certified as pure, despite the cross breeding through recent generations. No one would have guessed by the many dogs kenneled near her that the breed had almost reached extinction before the Cuban revolution in 1959 brought a few of the dogs to the United States.
When Tilly's eyes opened the first time she saw her mother with overgrown coat, matted with feces which pelted them all from the cage above. There wasn't much room for her Momma, two brothers and sister but it still felt good to snuggle in together. Tilly didn't know there could be anything other than this closeness and she was happy. Momma's milk tasted sweet and filled her tummy. She and her siblings crawled over each other and tried to play in the confined space.
Sometimes a human would come with his loud voice and rough hands. He would grab them each in turn and poke and prod. Tilly didn't like the human but Momma didn't object so she accepted it was the way.
For a time, all too brief, Tilly knew only the love of her family.
Happy Trails,
Leslie
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It may have been dark when she was born, but even if the sun had been blaring, she came into this life under a cloud.
Her tiny body revealed no indication of her royal ancestry - her family tree descended from the Bichon and bred as companion dogs for Cuban aristocracy. Her bloodlines certified as pure, despite the cross breeding through recent generations. No one would have guessed by the many dogs kenneled near her that the breed had almost reached extinction before the Cuban revolution in 1959 brought a few of the dogs to the United States.
When Tilly's eyes opened the first time she saw her mother with overgrown coat, matted with feces which pelted them all from the cage above. There wasn't much room for her Momma, two brothers and sister but it still felt good to snuggle in together. Tilly didn't know there could be anything other than this closeness and she was happy. Momma's milk tasted sweet and filled her tummy. She and her siblings crawled over each other and tried to play in the confined space.
Sometimes a human would come with his loud voice and rough hands. He would grab them each in turn and poke and prod. Tilly didn't like the human but Momma didn't object so she accepted it was the way.
For a time, all too brief, Tilly knew only the love of her family.
Happy Trails,
Leslie
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