Last week was probably the worst week of my life.
A trip to the hospital, a family member going through something incredibly diffifult and sick puppies, made up my week.
And to top the week off, we lost one of the puppies.
The other two seemed to get a little bug where they didn't want to eat but they got over it in a day or two so when the third got it, we figured he would also just get over it.
But he got really really bad. Wouldn't eat. Wouldn't drink. Wouldn't even move.
Friday night we gave him a bath and let him sleep in our bathroom.
Saturday morning was the worst morning.
I actually miss his 6:00 a.m barking.
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