[PyrNet-L] Read and Weep

[devoir@intrepid.net (The Hughes)]

Hi all, This was sent to me today and I thought it was worth repeating. I
will warn you that it paints a very sad scenario.

I Am Famous Now          

   I was born today, one of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of
half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous,
she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips...just
puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.
   I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my
three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day, they said
I would be famous. I wonder, is famous the same as fun and good times? So
you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about
me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.
   My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says be brave,
my ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine?
   I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my
bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and
play and pretend that I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins
and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits
and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with
my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I
can get too close for touching and petting.
    Sometimes my food smells bad, but I eat it anyway.

   Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now?
I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and
playful that it is hard to lay in this hole under the house nursing my
puppies. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I
wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have
eight. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again.
They are gone. We all are very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch,
we can get some food.

   Today they took us away. Someone grabbed my puppies, they were crying and
whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous
now? I hope so, because I will miss them. They are gone.
   The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was
beautiful like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain, and unwanted.
Maybe the worse is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good. Today
someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very
clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. 
   Someone held and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid
over the last one who cared. I am Famous Now. Today someone cared.

Anonymous