Her back ached, thighs felt strangely heavy, like under-water weights. Her own sluggish movements were as surprising as they were unexpected; a dizzying sensation of, ‘spaciness’ slowly filling her consciousness.
‘All will be better soon’, the thoughts swimming through her mind like a sensational breeze. Oh my! Soon, so soon, she would lie again in the lush comfort of Her Space, Her Time. No more endless demands, no more horribly, painfully loud noises to deal with. Finally- another back-breaking day was over- and work well completed!
Was she finally finished? There couldn’t possibly be any more left to do; she had done so much that day! Yes, she was sure of it, as sure as the coming of a new dawn.
Ever so slowly she shuffled closer and closer to Her Space. Any faster would shatter the bliss soon to come- that delicate wisp of a dream which she so longed for. No- she deserved this; this was Her Time now.
Thin, cold metal bars bore sharply into her sore feet. The stale, undesirably heavy stench of rotting waste began to fill her nostrils, replacing fresher air that was. She didn’t really mind, it wasn’t that bad. She was used to it, and welcomed the scent. These were only small discomforts; they meant she was finally home.
Where water once was, only cold metallic emptiness remained. And after such hard work, was she thirsty! But it was fine; rest was what she really wanted, all she wanted- to let the nausea now gripping her reality overtake. A fleeting sensation of hunger came and went as fast- which was just as good; there was no food to be found either.
It will all come in time, she knew, as it always did. It was peaceful, quiet sleep she really desired, and the promise of such blissful dreams to come!
And so the mill dog shut her heavy eyelids, her world consumed by emptiness. For that is all she was, a shadow of a thing, another pathetic, nameless creature, only a few numbers to set her apart from the hundreds more.
The horror of it, the truth- her work wasn’t done, would never be done until she was no longer physically able to perform, and that would simply mean hear death. Every day it was the same, the exact same droning, endless suffering, again and again and again. Every single day the dog Would Know, so certain that this was the end- she had done all there was to do, there couldn’t possibly be more.
Every new morning would bring the exact same horrors.
This is the life of the puppy mill dog- just another number, more money to be made. Used up and thrown away when she could no longer serve the purpose, saving the mill owner cost of her care.
A Harsh, but Accepted, Reality
An estimated Ten Thousand puppy mills exist throughout the United States alone, and we have many animal protection laws that other countries don’t. Sometimes these facilities house animals in excess of a thousand, so massively overcrowded sanitation is simply not possible. Breeders accused of cruelty can face fines of $10,000 per animal per infringement, but are so rarely accounted anywhere even close to that extent it might as well just be another number for lobbyists to boast about.
All the while all these dogs are being ‘manufactured’, over a million are euthanized annually because our shelters lack the resources to care for them. Many of these animals are essentially being bred with the full knowledge they will not live long. They are not creatures, they are product, less useful than cattle (because cattle are more expensive, and don’t reproduce at the same rate).
The conditions are the same, but the numbers are higher for domestic cats.
The thing is- once you start to really look, to thoroughly inspect the USC laws meant to seem like a such a bastion of hope for these animals, it begins to become clear they are not nearly as solid as our United States Government would have you believe. Many puppy mill breeders go unlicensed because- in fact- they don’t have to be. Clear loopholes exist; breeders are able to completely circumvent any kind of ‘mandatory inspection’ with the comfortable knowledge it is fully legal and within their rights.
Yes, our government is fully aware of this wide-spread mistreatment, but allows it to happen, actually encourages it, because dog breeding and the pet industry is an enormous money maker. If it were to stop, our economy would suffer- along with their massive 6- digit plus salaries.
We throw away billions funding a revolution half way around the world only to have it severely backfire years later, costing us hundreds of innocent American lives and Trillions of dollars this time. We spend yet billions more toppling governments, only to pave the way for enormous terrorist groups to arise- now that we destroyed the military power once existing to oppose them. We throw away even billions more attempting to re-establish an economy we destroyed in the first place, only for it to worsen.
Do we need the pet industry? No. Can we afford to save every single one of these (millions of) animals, house and care for them? We could have once. But our politicians would rather subjugate everyone else; they care nothing for the puppy mill problem, only what is going to enhance their political standing.