Last Friday, I was given an 8-week old Miniature Dachshund puppy by a former coworker, and Wednesday he started vomiting and showing signs of dehydration and lethargy. I took him to the vet, who vaccinated him and gave him some dewormer, but told me he was suspecting parvo and to 'keep your fingers crossed and hope for the best.' By yesterday, I was positive that's what was wrong with my baby, and we buried him this morning. He's resting in a shady spot under the trees beside my old Border Collie, Murray. I know that most of the time, Parvo is a swift and deadly killer, but I still feel like I somehow failed this little guy. I keep remembering what his happy little face looked like when he'd stare up at me and wriggle his whole little body when I first got him, he only weighed 3 1/4 pounds.
The worst part of it is, I see that former coworker nearly every time I go to the store and she always asks about him. How on earth do you tell someone that the puppy they gave to you is dead?
Requiescat in pace, my sweet little guy.
EDIT: Angel picture courtesy of a member of the dogster.com forums
The worst part of it is, I see that former coworker nearly every time I go to the store and she always asks about him. How on earth do you tell someone that the puppy they gave to you is dead?
Requiescat in pace, my sweet little guy.
EDIT: Angel picture courtesy of a member of the dogster.com forums
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