|Adoption status: Adopted!|
My name is Kibou (Hope), and I am a Mill Dog. I have never known the gentle caress of a loving human companion. I have never felt the softness of a blanket. I have never had a name. I have never heard a soothing word or praise. I have never had a toy. I have never had a soft bed to sleep on. I have never laid back my ears, squinted my eyes, shook my butt and howled a Shiba welcome in anticipation of a family member’s arrival. I have never felt the comfort of a human when I was terrified or lonely. The only comfort I have ever had was the short love I could give my puppies.
I hope the people that bought them gave my children a better life than I have had in this concrete and metal jail. I know their parents think they saved my puppies, but they only prolonged my life of misery while lining the pockets of greed, in my empty, loveless life. In my soul I feel I am meant to run free with grass under my paws, the sun on my face and the wind in my fur. The blood of my ancestors calls me to run wild with abandon. When I close my eyes tightly, I can hear the howls of freedom. We are not meant to be caged. All I know is concrete walls, steel bars and cold nights. Many before me, and many after me, will never know a day of freedom.
On May 3, 2013, DCSIR ended my life as a Mill Dog. Please share my story. Kibou is 6 yr old Female.