Sugar had her puppies four days ago, and Bruno has officially passed. I named him because he was so pretty, and I was going to make damn sure he would go to a good home.
Two nights ago I realized Sugar was putting him in the corner, and going to the opposite corner of the crate we have her in, isolating Bruno. I thought maybe she was doing it unintentionally at first, but yesterday morning I woke up and Bruno was ice cold. I moved him to where he would nurse in hopes that she would warm him back up and that was the problem. Every time I would go back in there, she had moved him away again, so I would move him back. By the middle of the afternoon yesterday my parents and I had come to the conclusion that Bruno was dying, and there was nothing we could do about it.
This morning however, he was still alive. He was like a man on his death bed. He was alive, but by the means of society he was already gone. This was my father's favorite puppy as well, so we went to get him formula as a last resort hoping that maybe he just couldn't latch on and Sugar wasn't willing to help him learn. My dad picked him up, and the breathing had stopped, and he was still ice cold. It was awful, so morbid.
Poor puppy. :(
How are the others doing? Did any of them survive?
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