Monday
It was nice to finish off my work week, and to get some much needed sleep last night. I thought I would have to get up early today - to take Ken to his doctor appointment....but I didn't have to. He decided to go alone, and to drive his own vehicle instead of borrowing mine like he usually does. Cool with me. I had my morning coffee and played my games on Facebook. What a great start to my day!
Then I got my phone call. Matchbox Ringos' remains are ready to be picked up. I'm feeling sad, sort of remembering how I bottle fed him for four days straight until he just couldn't hang on any more....He was the one I had hoped on keeping out of all of them. He was the one teacup puppy I have always wanted, although technically, there is no such thing as a teacup in this breed. If a pup is teacup size, there's a good chance there is something wrong with them. That, or usually there WILL be something wrong in the future...which made him all the more a little bit more special about him. I only wish I could have done more in the process of saving his life. His problem was not being able to regulate his body temperature (central nervous system) and I know there would have been major problems with him if he had lived. I can only say I am happy that he died in my arms...and that he wasn't alone, shoved in the corner of the whelping box by his mother - ike I found him that one morning. I guess mother dogs KNOW instinctively when a pup will not survive. At least THIS mom tried to make him as comfortable as possible with the ending so near. I'll miss my little guy....
The only postive towards the light is that the second smallest pup (Lady Madonna) has opened her eyes up this morning. She reminds me of Sumo - when I held her on her back, cupping her head in one hand and her body with the other...talking and singing to her....This small pup seems so alert, and I believe she might be smaller than Abbey. Very cool.
I visited my daughter for a short while yesterday. I took her birthday present over - even though her birthday is not until Friday. What is wrong with me, that I can't ever wait to give presents on the day people are actually SUPPOSED to get them? Maybe I get too excited about them actually receiving them.....yeah, maybe...Either way, she loved it...I got her a Nikon Coolpix camera - so that she has a beeter megapixel camera to tote along with her for those random cute pics we all take at a moments notice. I looked at other cameras - but I'm sold on Nikon all the way...and no other camera will do. Happy Birthday, Shelby!! *LOVES YOU!!*
God, it's quiet in this house. All the dogs are sleeping right now, as well as everyone in the house. How nice is that?!? QUIET!!!
Whatever shall I do with myself?.....Maybe wake up a puppy (or two)....
Then I got my phone call. Matchbox Ringos' remains are ready to be picked up. I'm feeling sad, sort of remembering how I bottle fed him for four days straight until he just couldn't hang on any more....He was the one I had hoped on keeping out of all of them. He was the one teacup puppy I have always wanted, although technically, there is no such thing as a teacup in this breed. If a pup is teacup size, there's a good chance there is something wrong with them. That, or usually there WILL be something wrong in the future...which made him all the more a little bit more special about him. I only wish I could have done more in the process of saving his life. His problem was not being able to regulate his body temperature (central nervous system) and I know there would have been major problems with him if he had lived. I can only say I am happy that he died in my arms...and that he wasn't alone, shoved in the corner of the whelping box by his mother - ike I found him that one morning. I guess mother dogs KNOW instinctively when a pup will not survive. At least THIS mom tried to make him as comfortable as possible with the ending so near. I'll miss my little guy....
The only postive towards the light is that the second smallest pup (Lady Madonna) has opened her eyes up this morning. She reminds me of Sumo - when I held her on her back, cupping her head in one hand and her body with the other...talking and singing to her....This small pup seems so alert, and I believe she might be smaller than Abbey. Very cool.
I visited my daughter for a short while yesterday. I took her birthday present over - even though her birthday is not until Friday. What is wrong with me, that I can't ever wait to give presents on the day people are actually SUPPOSED to get them? Maybe I get too excited about them actually receiving them.....yeah, maybe...Either way, she loved it...I got her a Nikon Coolpix camera - so that she has a beeter megapixel camera to tote along with her for those random cute pics we all take at a moments notice. I looked at other cameras - but I'm sold on Nikon all the way...and no other camera will do. Happy Birthday, Shelby!! *LOVES YOU!!*
God, it's quiet in this house. All the dogs are sleeping right now, as well as everyone in the house. How nice is that?!? QUIET!!!
Whatever shall I do with myself?.....Maybe wake up a puppy (or two)....