One dog’s story

Hello. My name is Pippy and I am 4 years old! I am a Pomeranian dog. And it would be great to share my story with you! I remember my mum, brothers and sisters! Remember their smell which is so familiar, and the taste of mother’s milk – the sweetest and favorite! Remember we explored the whole world by playing with different things, how our mum told us who human is and about outer world! It was so exciting! But it changed once. I was two months old when I got in another,weird family. I did not understand where my mum was! I called her all nights long, as mother-man calmed me down, embracing to herself, and told something calmly! Soon new family became a new home to me! We played all days long, watched TV and waited for dad! The days passed rapidly! And here I was 1,5 years old! Mum always talked about puppies! She was waiting for them so badly. For all the time she was scolding me and could not understand why I did not make friends with boys of a different breed… She got angry with me. We went to many doctors where I was ultrasounded and injected with very painful drugs all the time. I was crying from pain, but mum did not feel sorry for me, on the contrary she got mad. I did not play with her and even my bark annoyed her! Once she brought me to surgeon to lower my voice! After this operation I could not understand why I wasn’t able to say any word… I was afraid! My throat was soar for several days! No painkillers helped! I realized that I was not a lady at that moment, I was just a pet! That’s how my parents became my masters. I missed my birth mum and lived in memories from childhood! The days went by,rarely brought me a joy. Once I got problems with skin and hair – it fell out, it itched really hard! I was anxious, and this situation made me proprietress nervous. She brought me to doctors where they did the same procedures to me: scraping and many injections! Then bathing at home was intended for me! I always spent my day the same way! One man offered to cut my hair to let the new hair grow up on my body and let my mum care for my skin! And here I am bald! And my skin itches! More and more! And this itch can’t be removed by anything! I was crying and itching, crying and itching! There was not any way! But disappointment was not it. I was brought to putting me down in the clinic by mum! She did not want to care for me any longer! I went along with her will. The doctor was trying to change her mind! At one moment she canceled it and left in the clinic! There were strange people!I didn’t expect her to act that way! I did not understand my fault… And my unclear life has begun. I spent several days in the vet cabinet,he took me home several times and even cured me from itch and other diseases.I hadn’t felt that fine in a long time.They loved me so sincerely that happy tears rolled down my cheeks! Then I got a new parents! My mum was a vet in this clinic! She took me, ugly and shabby, home and every day she gave me her love, affection and warmth! The first days at home I was frightened because nobody was known by me! And two cats, it seemed to me, looked at me hostilely. Every night my skin started itching my mum took me to her bed and pet me! Only such moments gave me an opportunity to sleep soundly and well! And all this time mum kept and pet me! And bathed and smeared with oil that soothed my irritated and dry skin! My happiness was endless! All I was afraid of has been gone! I spent new year with my new family I was loved! I was not demanded for something as a pet! Gradually I went along with the cats! We wait for our masters to get home together! Every time my mum comes home she pets and kisses me on my nose! The first thing she does is caring for us: she cleans up after us, feeds us and kisses! Only after this she takes care of herself. I love watching her washing, making-up and having a breakfast and getting ready for work. I love playing hide-and-seek with her at home. Oh, yeah, I began to walk actively on the street! Before I did not even realize how big the world is! She walks me everyday until I get tired! And before we go to bed we watch something on TV together! And we sleep in one large bed: me, mum, dad and two cats – Varvara and Cnoppy. Whether we fall asleep or wake up, I always feel love that is spread in our family! Now I am 4 years old, for 6 months of which I’ve lived in my new family, where I am happy just like that! I live in the family, where I was helped with my problem and I faithfully believed in true love! And now, recalling what happened to me beforeThe result defied my expectations.”