I am one month old. Playful, rambunctious, and very vocal. I get along
with all the dogs, but working really hard to get along a lot with
Tucker. I follow Tucker everywhere. When I first met Cocoa, I thought
she was my mom, since she looked like her. Mom never saw me wag my
tail, until I came here. I sleep a lot since I am a puppy. I sleep
during the day a lot and keep mom up during the night with my crying.
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Previously written forum:
Some Sad News
Well I will start with my siblings and parents. Around Thursday mom
heard from her friend that lives right by the people with my family.
Apparently the Animal Control never showed up. Allowing the mean man to
shoot my whole family because he could not afford for proper care and
couldn't take the time to bring them to a shelter that would treat the
mange. Mom has no clue what happened with Animal control. Mom gave them
the right directions and they told her they knew where she was talking
about. Now the don't have to suffer from the disease that they had, but
won't understand why they were shot.
Now lets go with my story. Friday: As soon as mom got home, she went to
go check on me. She made an appointment for me to go back to the vet
Saturday, that was the closest day she could get me in. Well when she
got home, I was in the crate by the heater so I wouldn't lose body
heat. But it was to late. I was dead. Mom called the vet. The vet said
I died from shock most likely. He also said to put me in front of the
heater until mom could get me in. I guess that didn't work. Mom cried.
Not only because of me but because my family and all the other pets
that have it worse.
Mom just wants to tell others to adopt from a shelter and report any
sign of abuse to a shelter or police that can get it taken care of.
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