If anyone has any suggestions, it will help!I got Tiki on a warm April Saturday. The pup was about eight weeks old. He was the most hyper, long-legged Border Collie pup of the litter. He had the deepest hazel eyes and two tiny white spots on his back. I loved him so much, even before I had him. We decided to keep his name, Tiki. We brought him home, and introduced him to our German Shepherd, Jilly. She wanted to play, and as a rambunctious 1 year old, she didn't know how to be gentle. She pawed at him, which sent him sliding across the room, all the while I'm hurling myself at Jilly screaming "NO! STOP THAT!" She would just step out of the way and I would fall flat on my face. Yeah, real commanding. Anyway, this went on for about a week, then on Friday morning I come downstairs to see my mom. She said, "There is something I have to tell you. You aren't going to like this." I immediately knew what my mom was going to say; The breeder wanted Tiki back. She had wanted Tiki from the start, but we picked him out when he was a couple days old. I burst into tears and ran and scooped my pup up, holding him against my face. The pup must have noticed my sadness, for he started to cuddle up next to me. My mom took Tiki from my hands, saying "I'm taking him back to the breeder. Get ready for school." She then turned and began walking away with Tiki whimpering and trying to wiggle out of my mom's hands to come back to me. That was the last I ever saw of my sweet pup. I never got any pictures, updates, nothing to know how my puppy was doing. The breeder might have even sold him for all I know. But I know that I will never see Tiki again, and that shatters my heart to tiny pieces. This taught me a lesson I will never forget: Things you love will escape your hands if you don't hold on hard enough.
