Tragedy, Sorrow and Pain
It has been a terrible, terrible time in our house. After three wonderful days of puppydom and happy weight gains all round – Bonny got sick. Puppies go down-hill fast when their mother stops feeding them. The vet couldn’t help, family members fought like troopers to keep the pups alive but they rejected the bottle, and slowly, slowly the life faded out of our wonderful, wonderful pups and they lost their battle for life. We are distraught as I am sure you can imagine. I will write a more detailed page on the demise of our pups as we did make mistakes, and if an account of this loss makes sure readers who are new to breeding as we were don’t make the mistakes we made, then I hope it does some good.
There is one little miracle I want to tentatively mention, his name is Wellington, and he is the last of Bonny and Hector’s pups. For some inexplicable reason, Bonny never turned on this valiant little fighter. One pup left, one pup called Wellington. The good news is that Bonny is feeling better, and she is feeding Wellington as we speak but my heart is broken and I am really, really sad too sad for words. Hector is sad too and he lies at my feet as I write, a great friend who will write his usual blog as soon as we can enjoy writing again.