Recently I told you that my son was going to let his daughters each adopt a puppy. They wanted the Japanese chin dogs, but those had already been adopted by the time their application arrived. So they decided to attend another rescue dog adoption event - and they did - but there were no puppies available. Then they contacted a local breeder, who had a pair of chihuahua pups for sale. They brought the puppies home recently.
They were described as tiny balls of fuzzy love and kisses; I was anxious to see for myself. The call came this morning; one puppy died last night. The pups had worms and they were medicated at the vet's office and sent home to get well. Apparently one of them had been sick last night, and aspirated the contents into her lungs. She died after her new little owner, my nine year old granddaughter had gone to sleep for the night. Her mom and dad woke her up this morning to tell her the news, and while she was understandably upset, she opted to go on to school today. They promised another trip to the breeder this weekend. I am just so sorry for her.
Once when I was about 9-10, my dog was hit by a car and killed instantly. She was a silky, black cocker spaniel and the love of my life. My mom and dad wanted to replace her as soon as possible, and so they got a new puppy, a tiny ball of black and white fluff, of indeterminate parentage. I can't even remember what I named her. I had her for about 1 week and someone poisoned her food, which my mom had left out on the porch (off our fenced yard). I was devastated, in the way that I know my little grand-girl must be too. It is so hard to understand things like this when you are young. I hope that G______ will be able to put this behind her soon, when she gets another new puppy.