Puppy Mill Survivor

“Annie” - 10 years, Yorkshire Terrier
Proud owner Sarah Wildt

I was rescued by the Humane Society of Missouri from a puppy mill in St. Francois County, Missouri in 2002. At the time of my rescue, I was nameless and 4 years old.

Like all puppy mill dogs, I led a very lonely life. I was bred over and over by my owners. My puppies were taken away to be sold and I would be left alone again in my tiny, filthy cage – then the whole cycle would begin again. I spent my days without human companionship or care, chewing on the bars of my cage in desperation, boredom and loneliness until most of my teeth eroded and decayed.

I was pregnant when I was rescued. My coat was matted, I could hardly open my eyes, and my teeth were in horrible shape. The wonderful staff of the Humane Society of Missouri cleaned and bathed me for the first time in my life. And that felt fantastic! They provided costly dental surgery to remove my painful and decayed teeth. The staff also assisted in the delivery of my puppies sixteen days after my rescue.

After some recovery time, both my puppies and I received the care of a wonderful foster care volunteer, Pat. This volunteer also gave me my name (after “Little Orphan Annie”). I was very shy and timid when I had first entered Pat’s home. I did not know how to play. After a few weeks of care, Pat noticed that I was becoming more outgoing and trusting. I had even learned how to play fetch. Pat wrote a note to my new Mom, in which she asked my new Mom to “please be patient and give her some time to adjust; she will make a great companion.”

Six years ago, I was fortunate enough to be chosen by my new Mom. When she came to pick me up, I was behind the adoption desk carrying a little yellow plastic duck in my mouth. The staff said they were not sure why I did this, but I took the little duck wherever I went. I think it was probably the first toy I ever had and I was unwilling to let go of it.

Now I receive an abundance of toys, not to mention love, hugs, treats, and kisses. I was unsure about how to accept love and human kindness before I came into my family, but now I know – and if Mom stops petting me too soon, I reach out my paw and let Mom know that she is not finished petting me! I am now a “great companion” and definitely, a best friend.

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