My boxer, Sophia, had a litter of 6 pups about a week ago. A few days ago I noticed one of the pups was looking kinda of sickly. I've raised dogs most of my life and I know its not uncommon for a pup or two not to make it, for what ever reason. I don't like it but accept it. I do my best to make sure it doesn't happen but it does. Well, my wife picked up this pup and started bottle feeding it day and night. Even taking it to work to feed it and keeping it warm. After a couple of days I took it to the vet. Not much can be done but gave us some antibiotics and said to continue to do what we have been doing. Well this morning with the saddest eyes my beautiful wife tells me the pup died. With tears in her eyes she wrapped in a little towel and wanted to bury it. Then my 14 yr old started to cry it was a sad morning for sure. Its amazing how these pets can affect our lives even for a short time. God created us for relationships, humans and animals. I heard or read a comment that when we die and go to heaven that all our pets that we loved come running up to greet us. Not biblical, I know, but a neat and warm visual.
Take care
Gilbert