Monday, June 15, 2009

puppy update:

I really dreaded calling the vet this morning because I had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Tubs lost his fight on Sunday. All three of the babies are gone now. Thus ends the crappiest week we've had in a long long ti--ok, well, ever, really. There's not a lot of comfort here other than to say, for being on the earth less than 2 months, they got a lot of love. I know yall were pulling for them, too. There are dogs all over the world who don't get as much care and good will in 10 years as these little guys had in 8 weeks. So, there's that at least. Now go hug your own pups and kitties and hedgehogs and goldfish and give them a little slack when they chew on your flip flops--you'd miss 'em if they weren't here. Ok, maybe not the hedgehogs... (I'M KIDDING). rest in peace, fatty lumpkins, you tried hard.


Robyn said...

now that just sucks. I was rooting for him all the way. Sorry, I know it was really hard on you. I'm glad the kids are at camp so I don't have to tell them this week.

Shannono said...

Oh god, I'm so sorry. Poor, poor babies. Thank you for loving them so hard.