Tilly's Story - Part 4
This is the fourth installment of Tilly's story.
Tilly grew accustomed to her life as days turned into weeks which became months. Puppies were born and removed and just as quickly she was pregnant again. She didn't mind the puppies because she longed for their company. In her heart she dreamed of a real family - one who would never leave her and one she could give all of the love for which her heart ached.
Tilly's second summer scorched all of the dogs at the puppy mill with a heat so intense it was unbearable. Metal cages seared their paws and the pungent odor of feces and urine permeated their fur. Tilly was moved to a new cage as she struggled with her latest pregnancy. Her owner didn't want to risk losing the valuable income she provided.
Her new enclosure was only one level above the ground and closed with a lever-type clasp. Tilly watched closely to see how it worked. One night, only weeks after giving birth to her pups, when the human closed her pen, she made sure to press her body against it. In his rush to leave for the evening, he didn't check to make sure it locked. When the lights went out, Tilly gave a heave and the door flew open. Out she flew, tumbling head over paws onto the hard ground.
Tilly stood on shaky legs, never having had the option to move around freely in her short life. She looked up at the cage where her pups remained. She tried to jump up to reach them but her little body was weak from near starvation and the strain of feeding her pups. As the darkness became light, she knew it was time to go or risk her freedom. She gave one last bark of goodbye to her puppies and scurried away from the only place she had ever known as home.
Tilly made her way as quickly as her matted fur would allow. She was weak and she missed her puppies but a force drove her to keep moving until she could no longer hear the whine of the dogs she had left behind. Instinct drove her to put as much distance behind her as she could.
For days Tilly wandered the streets of downtown Phoenix. Sometimes she would find a scrap of food for her tummy which growled its unhappiness. Once she was chased by a big dog she was sure would rip her apart. Hungry, dirty and tired she continued her quest. She didn't know where she was going but a force stronger than her hunger drove her onward.
Stay tuned for the final conclusion of Tilly's story.
Happy Trails,
Leslie
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Tilly grew accustomed to her life as days turned into weeks which became months. Puppies were born and removed and just as quickly she was pregnant again. She didn't mind the puppies because she longed for their company. In her heart she dreamed of a real family - one who would never leave her and one she could give all of the love for which her heart ached.
Tilly's second summer scorched all of the dogs at the puppy mill with a heat so intense it was unbearable. Metal cages seared their paws and the pungent odor of feces and urine permeated their fur. Tilly was moved to a new cage as she struggled with her latest pregnancy. Her owner didn't want to risk losing the valuable income she provided.
Her new enclosure was only one level above the ground and closed with a lever-type clasp. Tilly watched closely to see how it worked. One night, only weeks after giving birth to her pups, when the human closed her pen, she made sure to press her body against it. In his rush to leave for the evening, he didn't check to make sure it locked. When the lights went out, Tilly gave a heave and the door flew open. Out she flew, tumbling head over paws onto the hard ground.
Tilly stood on shaky legs, never having had the option to move around freely in her short life. She looked up at the cage where her pups remained. She tried to jump up to reach them but her little body was weak from near starvation and the strain of feeding her pups. As the darkness became light, she knew it was time to go or risk her freedom. She gave one last bark of goodbye to her puppies and scurried away from the only place she had ever known as home.
Tilly made her way as quickly as her matted fur would allow. She was weak and she missed her puppies but a force drove her to keep moving until she could no longer hear the whine of the dogs she had left behind. Instinct drove her to put as much distance behind her as she could.
For days Tilly wandered the streets of downtown Phoenix. Sometimes she would find a scrap of food for her tummy which growled its unhappiness. Once she was chased by a big dog she was sure would rip her apart. Hungry, dirty and tired she continued her quest. She didn't know where she was going but a force stronger than her hunger drove her onward.
Stay tuned for the final conclusion of Tilly's story.
Happy Trails,
Leslie
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