I planned on posting this earlier, yet we have been running into some issues at the place we are staying at….

 

I have regularly updated folks on my beans and shared videos along with a mountain of pictures since I was first contacted about them.

 

I have weighed and re-weighed them. In the space of only 8 days, they were also at the vet twice to make sure all remained heading in the right direction.

 

People I work with have been able to love on them on Thursday, August 11th; they saw a Vet that day, too, and on Saturday, August 13th @ the fundraiser at Alison – though we were very strict that no dogs or humans could be near/touch them, many were able to witness how healthy they have become.

 

I had so many sleepless nights since they arrived, I spent almost straight 11 hours teaching them how to suckle, and I held the one wee female pup in my loving arms as she passed away mere hours after we got them into rescue and to emergency in Kingston.

 

I was up almost 27 hours straight, making sure they were suckling before I even took a power snooze after their rescue.

 

All of this to say that on the evening of Sunday, August 14th, I sent five thriving wee beans – active, vocal, beginning to play, interactive – to the rescue individual who had offered to care for them while I had to go away for some speaking engagements plus was going to try and have a few days of vacation.

 

I sent them to this rescue individual many days before leaving so I could be on standby as a resource if needed. I had passed along Gwennie novels of information on their habits, personalities, routines, etc. I never expected in my worse dreams that any of the following would happen.

 

I was told that all was great – later that night and the next AM. Within hours after that, I was told that one of them was failing. Was told that it was the wee female, Miss Nola, yet in fact, it was Mr. Albar.

 

I met them halfway between our places and noted that he was extremely lethargic, unable to suckle, was passing horrible stool, and was dehydrated.

 

Miss Nola – I had asked them to bring me two puppies, so the one failing was not all by themselves to see me – was slightly dehydrated. I was assured they were drinking and getting enough, yet this was not possible with their level of hydration. We conversed re: the importance of sticking to their much-needed feeding regime.

 

I got Miss Nola to drink and back on track and rushed the wee boy home with me. It was round-the-clock care, he was given several rounds of sub Q fluids, and we got him back up on his feet.

I was then informed that all of the other puppies were doing wonderfully later that night and into the next AM.

 

Then, a few hours after that, less than 48 hours after this individual had the puppies, two were almost dead, and the other two were now not faring well either.

 

The biggest and most healthiest of the pups was vomiting. Miss Maybelle Cutie. She also had blood coming from her nose.

 

Miss Nola had sheer blood shooting from her hind end.

 

None of the puppies were eating. Lethargic, with two not even able to stand.

 

The puppies were dropped off to Sean within the next hour plus – the date is now Tuesday, August 16.

 

Immediate and emergency care involving iv fluids, and being stimulated was given – they were filthy, smelled really bad, plus were super dehydrated( they were washed right before I dropped them off, and we always kept them clean).

 

We managed to get three of the pups back – Miss Nola, Miss Ayla & Miss Bev – after so much work. Mr. Albar was now almost completely back to himself since I took him back the previous day.

 

Miss Maybelle Cutie – who was the biggest and healthiest still could not even stand. The prognosis was less than 40% survival. We refused to give up.

 

Their coats that I had gotten so healthy plus shiny were now dull, and their eyes sunken.

 

I kept asking what happened. What went wrong? This person is not supposed to be new to raising litters. This person is not new to special needs puppies.

 

I was prepared to cancel all of our plans as I could not leave on the Friday with my wee beans in this state.

 

I reached out to one of our trusted fosters/volunteers, and we arranged for them to go to them after further medical care.

 

We prepared that we may lose the one girl, yet we all were determined to see her come back.

 

AND she did. More sub Q fluids, more syringe feeding, tons of holding and loving – I had held my wee male bean all night when I got him.

 

Below are all five with their amazing foster, and all five are back to thriving. They are now almost 4.5 weeks old.

 

I have never been so terrified, filled with guilt, and concerned in my life. I give all of myself to the animals, and what happened in less than 24 hours and then 48 hours for this to happen?

 

This post is not to ask for funds. I am paying for that out of my own pocket. For it is I who accepted this rescue person’s offer and it was I that sent my wee beans to them, trusting they would be adequately taken care of.

 

I shall never know what actually happened…and as an already cautious person, even more distrustful.

 

I could have lost my wee babies…I would never have ever ever ever forgiven myself if that had happened.

 

The nightmares I have had over this.