Tilly's Story - Part 2

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When Tilly reached the ripe old age of ten weeks, she was yanked from her momma's side. Crammed into a new cage with eight other females, she howled for her family. She didn't know these other pups. They smelled different. They tasted different and they didn't like to play the way she had with her siblings.

Tilly howled until her little throat was so sore she could only whimper.  She clawed at the bars and tried to dig her way out.

"You may as well get used to it here." whispered a sable colored miniature poodle.

"I want my momma!" Tilly wailed.

"You won't see your momma again."

"She'll find me."

"This is your new home.

Exhausted and shaking, Tilly crammed herself into a tiny ball in the corner of the cage. Minutes ticked by until Tilly finally gave in to restless sleep, plagued by dreams where she searched for her family to no avail.

She woke with a start as the other pups howled. Everyone was hungry and her own tummy growled in anticipation of warm milk. But there was no milk that night.

The man came and tossed some food into the pen. The pups all scrambled over each other for a few scraps but Tilly, always a lady as her breeding dictated, waited her turn. She didn't want that smelly dry food. When she was with her momma she could drink until her tummy bulged.

But there would be no milk this day or in the days that followed. Tilly learned she would need to fight for the few bits she could get, else she would go hungry.

Despite the limited rations, Tilly grew and with it her desire to be free.

Stay tuned for the next installment of Tilly's story.

Happy Trails,

Leslie

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