Memories of Peppy
This tribute is dedicated to Peppy, unfortunate husky, who spent most of her life chained to a tree or living in a cage.
I heard of this tragic story from Coco's mommy, Milena, a lady I am so proud to call my friend because of her selfless and limitless love and contribution to all animals in need. I thought that the least I could do is to offer Peppy a warm resting home on this wonderful site and to speak up in honour of this beautiful loving creature whose life was deprived of one of the basic rights, the right of freedom. This is just another sad story when system turned its back on those who cannot speak for themselves and when justice proved to be blind again. Peppy's story
My life in cage
I have been living in this cage for so many years now that I stopped counting. My cage is small, I can barely move, all around me there are rotten feces, I feel horrific pain standing on the metal grating. My cage is open to the elements of outside, to hot summers and harsh winters. I don't know what is worse, the scorching sun with no shade around or freezing winters, when the cold paralyses my body. And now another winter has come. I feel like I am being tested whether I can survive sub-zero temperatures when cold leaves me shivering so badly that each night it is a struggle just to stay alive and not freeze to death.
To make myself warm I pace, but as my cage is so small I hit the bars all the time and it makes my aches even worse. I have been trying so hard to tell my owner that I am too old to bear living under these horrific conditions anymore. When he comes I look at him humbly, I plead him with my eyes to take me in, I wouldn't take much room, I would just curl in a corner, pretending not to be there. I wouldn't even ask to eat much as my gums packed with tar are already bleeding and my teeth turned green, I wouldn't walk around as I can only limp because of severe arthritis, my nails too are overgrown and my paw pads inflamed. I am not asking him to let me sleep on his bed, lay in front of the fireplace, or to be served a steak for dinner. All I ask is a loving pat and a little space of my own in his house. All I wish is to be taken in, even for just a while, just to warm my exhausted body and hear a caring word. I am trying so hard to make him understand that I too am a living being even if I am just a doggie, that I too have emotions and feelings, that I feel so lonely outside, so helpless and so scared.
Day after day, month after month, season after season, year after year it is the same lonely, miserable existence. My life is so bad, but I have no power to end it, my destiny is at the hands of the person I used to love once so much even if he was never kind to me.
In my whole life I was never really free. Before he put me into the cage I had been chained to a tree. When I was younger I was a sled dog. I was also used for hunting deer. I am a husky and I was always excited to run even though I knew the minute we would come home, he would tie me to a tree and leave me there alone. I was never allowed to go inside, no matter how much I tried. I don't know if humans can imagine what it means spending so many years with your neck chained to a tree and not being able to move around. The chain around my neck began to dig into my skin causing bone deep lacerations that were rarely tended to or treated.
Being chained or living in a cage both means you are completely alone. You don't have anyone to talk to, nobody to hug, kiss, or to tell you they love you. There is nothing else to do but watch as cars drive by or people walk their dogs, or maybe a bird fly across the sky. And what is the worst is to watch your owner go in and out of the house that should be your home, the human who is supposed to be taken care of from but instead he ignores you as you were a ghost.
Living in a cage is living in a prison. I was thrown into jail for a crime I had never committed. I can't help asking why I am here, what have I done to deserve this life. Of course there is no answer, nd here I am waiting until God hears my silent cries and takes me home.
I know that there are still people who care. For some time they have been passing by, looking at me with such compassion and sadness, I heard them talking to my owner, begging him to free me, they offered to walk me, buy me, hug me, bring me a treat, they want to take me to their own homes, but my owner wouldn't listen to them and told them to go. These kind people also alerted animal welfare organizations, demanding of them to do something, they insisted on their coming to see me and indeed they came one day. They checked my cage and left saying that according to laws they found nothing wrong, nothing that would be breaking the animal law.
Good people wouldn't give up, they kept fighting for me, but then I already knew the time was running out, I know that there was little hope left for me and all I wanted was to go somewhere where I would feel no cold, no fear, no loneliness. I know that I am not alone in my suffering, that there are many other animals spending their lives in cages, I have heard of puppy mills, I have heard about monkeys, tigers and other wild animals trapped in metal prisons for life, I have heard of beautiful exotic birds who are never allowed to spread their wings and fly, I have heard of animals raised for food, animals used in research, animals used for clothing, for entertainment and sport. So many sad stories and so many tears shed that I really find it hard to live anymore. The cage is my prison, my death row, as I finally realized that I will never leave it alive. I have reached a point where I want nothing more than the end, for that's the only feeling I have left. Not anger, not pain, not love or hate. I simply want it all to stop. Dying is something I only look forward to now.
God finally heard her plight. Peppy has died. On January 6th her owner had her put to sleep. He didn't do it out of compassion or caring, he did it because of the attention Peppy finally got in media in her last months. In the eyes of many he is animal abuser, in mine he is a murderer. He was killing this doggie slowly, intentionally, step by step, day after day and if there was any justice in this world, he should be put into a cage for good and the key to it thrown away.
When we heard about Peppys life, we tried to do everything to save her. My friend Tencia contacted ASPCA immediately, Milena and my other friends desperately wanted to do something to free this doggie. Unfortunately we were too late, Peppy was too tired, hardly waiting for the end of her lonely journey.
Let us not forget that there are many of us who also live in a cage. Peppy had no choice, but our cages are mostly built by ourselves. The walls are formed by the limits of our facing the reality, incapability for reaching out. No matter how we try we should try more. Just to say I care is not enough, these are just poor words that may sound nice but don't bring us any closer to our goal which is to liberate animals and fight for their rights. When we turn away from the torment of our voiceless friends we dishonor ourselves. When we hear about animals enduring suffering and humiliation and we do nothing to help them, it means we betray them and God as well. Being silent even if you care helps the tormentor, not the tormented. The same as with neutrality, it encourages the oppressor, never the oppressed. So please join our hands and do our best for these innocent speechless voices.
Peppy, I am so sorry for your miserable life. Enjoy your freedom beautiful girl, your dreams have finally come true. I know you have met many friends by now. Please take special care of little Mac, he still needs a caring and loving mommy.
Peppys last words to her owner
At the end of the line,
It's a lonely place,
Why even have me if this is the case?
At the end of the line,
There can be no joy
A pile of rocks for my only toy.
At the end of the line,
No pat on the head
A bowl full of food, if I'm lucky, instead.
At the end of the line,
No people to greet,
Although I'd be friendly to all that I'd meet.
At the end of the line,
A cold hard wet floor,
If I were inside, I could guard your door.
At the end of the line,
I just wonder why,
Is this really the way that you chose me to die?
Mac was a beautiful golden retriever who was brutally tortured and murdered by a human monster. Anyone who fights for animal rights and for tougher laws against animal abusers, please visit Mac's petition site.
http://www.petitiononline.com/j4mac/
Little Mac, White Doggie and Peppy were both innocent victims of evil human mind. Please let us not allow their memories fade
Please also visit Jessie- the unwanted horse, LAIKA DIES IN SPACE, Mac, Puck, WHERE ELEPHANTS WEEP and WHITE DOG DOWN THE STREET.
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