A few weeks ago, my parents decided to buy a puppy for my autistic brother, to try and help him understand how to treat others and responsibility.
When we got Oscar, the little 10 week old westie, he was oddly quiet, and his tail never wagged. He'd never bark, yap or make a sound.
We took him to the vet, and it turns out, he'd come from an Irish puppy farm, where the dogs are not taken care of in the least. His stomach was bloated, he had a tapeworm, he was malnourished and he had many other things wrong with him that I don't even know how to spell. He was prescribed medicine and it looked like he had quickly recovered, he was a lovely dog who'd jump on you and lick you to pieces, he always seemed to be in a good mood and he never bit, snarled or barked at anyone.
Apparently, he wasn't better. He was put down today in front of me because he had meningitis, probably because of the awful conditions of where he was born and raised for the first 10 weeks of his life.
He was 15 weeks old, he didn’t even get a chance at life.