My baby died. It actually happened a couple of days ago but I couldn’t bring myself to write about it.For about 2 weeks my poor baby slipped into 3 comas, wouldn’t eat, had watery bowel movements, and had to be force fed food, medicine, and caro syrup every hour.For 2 weeks I slept 3 hours out of every day so that I could be there to hold his little body when he threw up, made sure he had enough sugar in him so that he wouldn’t go into a coma, feed him, wipe him clean when he had painful diarrhea.I woke up to him in a coma with his neck spasmed back all the way to his neck. I watched him slip into a coma in the middle of the night and begged him to please just let go, to please just fall asleep. I held his cold little limp body loose heat in my hands when he was dying.3 emergency vet clinic visits, constant care day and night, half a grand of my money, all my best efforts, love, and prayers.& my baby died.But Henry was a little spirit through out it all.His personality really shined threw again right before he died. I slept in a cot on the floor next to his heating pad and space heater andI felt a cold nose find it’s way into my shirt and found a comfy spot on my neck. I feel at peace because I know that I did everything I could. I feel comfort that my love isn’t in pain anymore. & i’ve come to terms that Henry wasn’t ever suppose to make it.Sometimes that’s just how it is.But Henry was a puppy mill baby. It’s to be expected.So yeah yeah, shame on me.Whenever I was nursing him I would search forever for answers, tips, reason, advice anything to help. & Half the time I only got condemned for “supporting” puppy mills, that Henry was mill trash, defective, and that I should abandon him.But he was brought into my home, he slept with me, followed me, cried for me. I loved him, fed him, nursed him, watched him die. I could care regardless of where he came from.Although, Don’t support puppy mills. They intentionally sell sick puppies, take the pup from their mother before they’re even ready, and have very poor medical attention and shots. I contacted the pet store 3 or 4 times during the last week of Henry’s life. Not even to retaliate in anger. I just wanted to know if they had seen this before and what I could do. I never got a response. I never got a call back. But, none the less, Henry has passed.My baby is in heaven now, pain free and happy again. &  that’s all I can do, but keep telling myself that.

My baby died. 

It actually happened a couple of days ago but I couldn’t bring myself to write about it.

For about 2 weeks my poor baby slipped into 3 comas, wouldn’t eat, had watery bowel movements, and had to be force fed food, medicine, and caro syrup every hour.

For 2 weeks I slept 3 hours out of every day so that I could be there to hold his little body when he threw up, made sure he had enough sugar in him so that he wouldn’t go into a coma, feed him, wipe him clean when he had painful diarrhea.

I woke up to him in a coma with his neck spasmed back all the way to his neck. I watched him slip into a coma in the middle of the night and begged him to please just let go, to please just fall asleep. I held his cold little limp body loose heat in my hands when he was dying.

3 emergency vet clinic visits, constant care day and night, half a grand of my money, all my best efforts, love, and prayers.
& my baby died.

But Henry was a little spirit through out it all.
His personality really shined threw again right before he died.

I slept in a cot on the floor next to his heating pad and space heater andI felt a cold nose find it’s way into my shirt and found a comfy spot on my neck. 

I feel at peace because I know that I did everything I could. I feel comfort that my love isn’t in pain anymore. & i’ve come to terms that Henry wasn’t ever suppose to make it.

Sometimes that’s just how it is.

But Henry was a puppy mill baby. It’s to be expected.

So yeah yeah, shame on me.

Whenever I was nursing him I would search forever for answers, tips, reason, advice anything to help. & Half the time I only got condemned for “supporting” puppy mills, that Henry was mill trash, defective, and that I should abandon him.

But he was brought into my home, he slept with me, followed me, cried for me. I loved him, fed him, nursed him, watched him die.
I could care regardless of where he came from.

Although, Don’t support puppy mills. They intentionally sell sick puppies, take the pup from their mother before they’re even ready, and have very poor medical attention and shots. 

I contacted the pet store 3 or 4 times during the last week of Henry’s life. Not even to retaliate in anger. I just wanted to know if they had seen this before and what I could do. I never got a response. I never got a call back. 

But, none the less, Henry has passed.
My baby is in heaven now, pain free and happy again.
&  that’s all I can do, but keep telling myself that.

Henry Puppy mills death rest in peace love i miss you chihuahua

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