I work with a rescue and took in a dog who gave birth a couple days after we started fostering her. She had 3 puppies. The first one was so small and she struggled to nurse. So for 11 days, every 2 hours even overnight, I bottle fed her. We started with syringes and then a pet bottle. She would pet her bottle every time. She and her litter and her mom stayed in my room. We set up heaters and bought a warmie bunny to put in with her. And every time I fed her I'd weigh her and congratulate her for every 0.1 ounce she gained. A week after she was born she went limp and we rushed her to the vet. They gave supportive care and said that she was too cold, but she perked up and we took her home. I decided that she was a foster fail and I would keep her. She was gaining weight and I was so hopeful. I thought she was going to make it. Today she went stiff and limp and we rushed her back to the vet. This time they did an x-ray and found that her liver was too small and it was incompatible with life. She had another episode at the vet. She was fading fast and we had to let her go. Her name was Piper, but I called her Pip. I know I didn't have her for long but I loved her so much already, every day of her short life. For the last 11 days my world revolved around making sure she lived. But she didn't make it and now I don't know what to do with myself. I miss her so much. Her extra bottles arrived after we lost her and I just can't stop crying.
I miss you so much Pip.