
This has been a horrible few days.
Kitty (beautiful black/tan American Cocker) was 5 weeks in whelp when disaster struck. She was not well on Monday morning, very lethargic, unable or unwilling to stand up let alone move. I wanted to think it was just the warm weather, but my instinct told me it was more than that. Off we went to the vet that morning, they were not happy with her either, so we had to go up to Alnwick to the main surgery. Kitty stayed in all day, for scanning, blood tests, anti-biotics and a drip.
The first update was that there were two dead whelps and another that appeared ok but they couldn't find a heart beat. I brought her home and she was a little brighter, but she had to go back on tuesday morning for another scan of the 3rd puppy. Still no go, and it was supposedly too big to be re-absorbed, with her white cell count being very high the thoughts were, that there was a serious infection going on so I was advised to have her spayed.
Now that it is done, she's picked up alot, and I can now relax a bit in the knowledge that she's safe, but I'm completely wrung out. Anybody that ever thought breeding was easy, forget it. Your heart gets ripped out, so many things can go wrong.
I'm at the 'never again' stage.
Kitty has just told off next doors window cleaner, so life goes on. Go babe!!
Dawn R.