Rough Start

Tucked away underneath the couch is where Amber found him, alone and crying. His own mother had stuffed him there, I guess it was natures way of showing the strong survive. Amber forced Holly to fed him. He was the runt of the litter, born to Holly and Ralph on January 25, 2008. He had three brothers and two sisters. He was always noticeably smaller than his sibilings but when he reached seven weeks the size difference was scary.

I had always loved him because he was so tiny and because of his sweet little eyes. So innocent and sad looking. Everytime I went to visit my brother and sister-in-law I would carry him around and when I left I would try to convince myself I did not need a puppy. But this visit was different. On March 15, 2008 I came to spend the weekend and that is when I got the news.

"I'm affraid your little puppy isn't going to make it," my brother said. My heart dropped, even though he wasn't MY puppy yet, everyone knew how much I wanted him. Then Amber told me just two days earlier he wasn't even moving, he could barely raise his head. She had separated him from the litter and he was showing improvement but was not near what he should be. The other pups ran circles around him and they wouldn't let him eat and Holly didn't want him to nurse any more either.

I was so thankful my husband, Joel was with me this time I came to visit. I just knew if he could see him he would love him. I had been trying to convince him we needed him for the past 3 weeks and though he had agreed, I could tell he was not happy about this decision. But after spending the weekend with him he wanted to take him home too! I was relieved and overjoyed! I really believed once our puppy had one-on-one time with us and had the direct care he needed (mainly getting him away from his sibilings!)I thought he would get well. At least I hoped he would.