So you all know that our rescue group saved a mom and 6 pups from a high kill shelter a few weeks ago and mom (aka Ava) was very sick and had to have the puppies taken away to survive.
I ended up bottle feeding a total of 4 puppies when they started keeping their foster parents up all night long. Not really an issue, I never sleep anyway.
Last week my president called me and told me her girl puppy was not doing well. I meet her at the emergency clinic. They know us by name now, sadly we've been there way too much the past 2 weeks. The large chunk of money we've spent has been well worth it. Sadly her girl puppy had pneumonia. This is what happens when pups are born in a shelter. We had committed to getting her 5 days prior to them being born and they wouldn't let us get her until her gassing date. It's disgusting.
We left girl puppy to get iv fluids, antibiotics, and oxygen. She died a little before 1 am. Poor baby. My poor friend, I know she is so sad. She was planning on keeping both of her puppies. So her boy wouldn't be alone I gave her my original boy puppy since he was the best eater. All of the puppies have upper respiratory infections and started antibiotics. We thought we were in the clear. My puppies went to a foster home for last weekend since Little Man's birthday party was happening and I didn't want to not give him or puppies the attention they deserved.
I picked my pups of Monday evening and my boy was not well. He wouldn't eat and was very sleepy. His breathing was shallow. I got him home and tried to get him to eat. He died a little before 2 am. The larger of my girl puppies started coughing and having a hard time the next morning. She also wouldn't eat. I took her to Dr. F and had her euthanized. At least all the puppies didn't die in a nasty shelter all alone. I feel horrid, but I can lay my head down at night knowing we did everything we could for them. So now I have the tiny little runt, that I thought would be first to go. Nature never fails to amaze me. She's a fighter, a tiny fighter. The other 2 boys are 4 times larger than her and eat like pigs. I just hope and pray we are able to keep the rest alive. I have hated lying to TinkerBean and Little Man about the puppies dieing, but after losing Hampton last year and Hope the year before I'm not having that conversation again until I HAVE TO.
On a bright note, Ava is doing wonderful and will be going to a foster home this weekend.
I ended up bottle feeding a total of 4 puppies when they started keeping their foster parents up all night long. Not really an issue, I never sleep anyway.
Last week my president called me and told me her girl puppy was not doing well. I meet her at the emergency clinic. They know us by name now, sadly we've been there way too much the past 2 weeks. The large chunk of money we've spent has been well worth it. Sadly her girl puppy had pneumonia. This is what happens when pups are born in a shelter. We had committed to getting her 5 days prior to them being born and they wouldn't let us get her until her gassing date. It's disgusting.
We left girl puppy to get iv fluids, antibiotics, and oxygen. She died a little before 1 am. Poor baby. My poor friend, I know she is so sad. She was planning on keeping both of her puppies. So her boy wouldn't be alone I gave her my original boy puppy since he was the best eater. All of the puppies have upper respiratory infections and started antibiotics. We thought we were in the clear. My puppies went to a foster home for last weekend since Little Man's birthday party was happening and I didn't want to not give him or puppies the attention they deserved.
I picked my pups of Monday evening and my boy was not well. He wouldn't eat and was very sleepy. His breathing was shallow. I got him home and tried to get him to eat. He died a little before 2 am. The larger of my girl puppies started coughing and having a hard time the next morning. She also wouldn't eat. I took her to Dr. F and had her euthanized. At least all the puppies didn't die in a nasty shelter all alone. I feel horrid, but I can lay my head down at night knowing we did everything we could for them. So now I have the tiny little runt, that I thought would be first to go. Nature never fails to amaze me. She's a fighter, a tiny fighter. The other 2 boys are 4 times larger than her and eat like pigs. I just hope and pray we are able to keep the rest alive. I have hated lying to TinkerBean and Little Man about the puppies dieing, but after losing Hampton last year and Hope the year before I'm not having that conversation again until I HAVE TO.
On a bright note, Ava is doing wonderful and will be going to a foster home this weekend.
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