My experience

From one of my different blogs, this is an excerpt from a post that reflects my own experience with an unlicensed breeder. Friday April 20th, 2012 I had an awful moment on the drive home where the loss of Lola caught up to me and I broke down all over again! It's been two weeks since my little tiny baby puppy Lola died from a stomach infection. It was probably one of the worst moments Ive gone through. As everyone knows, I am a huge dog person. Martin and I have 5 dogs that we keep here at our new ranch. We care for each one of them as if they were one of our own kiddos. Well, they are our kiddos because we have not chosen to have a baby just yet. Another fact is that my favorite dog was Chanel, a poodle that is the smartest little girl I know, had to stay behind at my mom's house in Arizona. Since I moved here to Texas, I have been bugging Martin to get me a poodle puppy. Chanel came into my care when she was a year old, so I missed out on her puppyhood. I wanted to be able to make new memories with a new poodle puppy. Well, at the very end of March, Martin surprised me with a 7 week old poodle puppy that I named Lola. She was the cutest thing in the whole wide world. She was already a quick learner and had such a great personality although being so tiny! she only weighed 1.4 lbs! I did not know if this was normal, but I swore to keep her healthy. After a week, she became sick. She had worms and got a bad case of diarrhea thanks to them. Martin and I were in the process of moving and even then we would rush her to the vet when she would stop eating and buy an endless amount of medicines to make her better. The three short weeks in which Lola was part of my life were bittersweet. I gave her all my love and just wished she would get better. I just wanted her to be healthy and happy with us. It was a sad sad day when I came home to find that she was getting worse. Martin and I stood by her during the last hours where she struggled to breathe until she couldnt anymore. Maybe I take my love for my dogs too seriously, but it hurt so much to lose her. We buried her with her little red collar, under a tree in our ranch. It took me days before I could pass by there without crying. And like today, sometimes grief just sneaks up on me! I sometimes wish I could go back to that day when we got her and have met with that girl that sold her to us and asked more questions. I needed to know where Lola was coming from, and to know what health issues she really had going on. Or just what a big mistake it was to get her so little! I'm sure she needed to stay with her momma for a few more weeks. I have read up on that a bit more since...although too late. Finding a puppy on craigslist was not a good idea after all. We adopted our long haired chihuahua, Jimbo, two years ago when he was over a year old because his owner at the time could not keep him anymore because they had just had a baby. We found him on craigslist. No adoption fee, just the need to get him a forever home. Anyway, I'm kind of bitter about how craigslist is being used. I'm sure I had never seen postings on little puppies for sale until I loved here, but...not like anything can be done about it. This was my little Lola,