Mommy, what will I do without you? Where will I go? Who
will I trust? Who will comfort me? Who will aid me? Who will
protect me? Who will I love? Who will I befriend? Who will I
cozy up to? Who will breast feed me? Who will I call MOMMY?”
Jody licked my face, ears, and my sides over and over again
in the hope of ‘awakening me’. After realizing that her actions
were futile she placed both paws on my head and then stared into
nothingness. I felt teardrops splash on my ears. The first one
almost made me flinch. Luckily, I didn’t.
As painful as it was I had to endure my daughter’s leaving
me. Worse yet, I did it with full deceit, making her believe
that I had died. Mind you, I did it because I loved my daughter!
I wanted her to escape the horrors of the thunderstorm and the
hell-hole with her body and mind still intact.
Also, it was likely that the puppy mill workers (PPWs),
especially the administrator, who by the way must be addressed
as ‘Mr. Administrator’ by all except a select few may have
wanted to blame ‘the survivors’ for the violent thunderstorm.
Given his creepy personality this kind of behaviour wouldn’t
have surprised me one iota.
As for my dying act, please don’t think that I’m a cold-
blooded insensitive little feline bitch! I’m not!
At the time of the horrible storm, which was muddying our
shed floor and shaking its foundation, I was in dire straits,
only thinking of my daughter’s future and well-being. I
anticipated no escape for myself, only death. I simulated my own
death for the good of my daughter.
As soon as Jody turned and began her exit away from the
hell-hole, I was forced to ‘endure’ a short conversation between
my daughter and a dog in our shed. Although I couldn’t prove it
I suspected that the dog, a collie, was envious of my daughter.
She anticipated that my daughter was on her way to certain
freedom, while ‘she’ had to stay in the crummy shed.
This Collie gave my daughter some advice pertaining to a
correct route of escape to a train. I stayed frozen in place,
only partially opening my eyes and fully cropping my ears to
know what transpired.
Jody grinned at the Collie and then got down to business.
Being the natural born athlete that she was, she scaled the shed
wall as a jaguar scales a tree. As soon as Jody was standing on
the edge of the window panel she and the Collie continued their
conversation. But not for long; life had to move on.
After Jody said goodbye to the Collie she turned, slithered
through the broken window, and then descended onto the ground
like a graceful jaguar. There was hardly an intact window left
in the puppy mill.
