I was sitting down to write and realized I didn’t want to.
Another puppy died this morning. Three of our eleven puppies have died in the last couple days. They are three weeks old and the vet has no idea why they are dying. Its sad. Especially since they are dying in order of how attached I am to them (claimed one and it died first, named another and it died second, declared the cutest and it died third). I feel like its my fault and think I shouldn’t get attached to things so quickly.
My little bro says I have bad luck. I agree. I thought the bad luck would run out in 2008 and this year would be the greatest ever. So far that is far from the truth.
I feel sad. Just sad. And less hopeful than I was. I do hope the rest of these puppies make it because I’m tired of filling our garden with dead puppies.