I was crying last night about this. I took on a dog from a young couple who were leaving the country to live in Dubai. They had intended to take a tiny Pomeranian puppy with them and had bought him with the intention of doing so when they were moving to an apartment there with no outside space and they were going to be working and out of the house for 12 hours a day. They realised that it was unfair literally days before they were due to leave the country. I only found out when I went to collect him that he had been bought from a Polish puppy farm through an intermediary in London, they were young and naive had never had a dog before and didn’t realise themselves until they saw his papers.
I was told he was six months old, but on visiting my vet with him I was told he was barely four months and had probably been taken from his mother and trafficked across Europe in a car boot at 5 weeks old. His tiny body had been assaulted with vaccines he was too young to have and then those had been readministered as he would have had no immunity from the first ones.
He had a persistent cough as puppy which made us worry that he had a problem with his trachea, but it improved and he was a loving, lively boy for 2 years. He went for his regular trip to the groomers and she couldn’t finish grooming him as he was screaming in pain.
After seeing our own vet, we we were referred to a specialist and after an MRI scan found he like Mollie Mae’s dog had a large hole in his skull, syringomelia and a degenerative autoimmune condition in his rear legs, we had him for another five months until his trachea collapsed just as we were seeing good progress with his other problems.
I have owned dogs for more than 30 years, and have another Pomeranian now as well as my two other rescue dogs. He is a rescue too and from healthy stock in this country, not a miniature imported from abroad. We need to tell people what they are buying into when they get Instagram puppies, the cruelty that lies behind this trade, often criminality and the heartbreak for them.
Not a day goes by without me thinking of my darling boy, the dearest most loving little dog I have ever had