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It’s taken me awhile to share this image. This was a victory photo.. It was taken April fifth. Left to right: Hazer, Norah, Keseph(standing), Benny, Emet, Diddy(standing), Bithyah, Alabaster, Dabar
Their mommy, Mouf, was poisoned by a deranged neighbor. (No, we don’t know who the culprit was.) She died when they were two weeks old. It’s not easy bottle feeding nine puppies. It took over ten hours a day, split between seven feedings starting in the pre dawn hours, and ending in the wee hours of the morning. It was rough, my health suffered, but it was so worth it.
Like I said this was a victory photo. I had successfully, after bottle feeding them for a month, weaned them and moved them from their crate inside, to the kennel outside. They were ecstatic about all the extra room to run and play.
This is before they contracted Parvovirus.
I wrecked myself trying to save every one of them. Medicine, supplements, forced hydration around the clock. My efforts were futile against this insidious disease.
Every time I thought I was winning, they would relapse, again. I felt empty and worthless. I couldn’t stop this virus. I fought tooth and nail regardless. I didn’t sleep much, and when I did I felt guilty about it. I barely ate, I became hyper fixated on one thing and one thing only. I had to save my babies.

Then they started dying. In three days I lost Keseph, Diddy, Hazer, Bithyah, Dabar, and Emet. I think that was the order. It’s a bit hazy, sleep deprivation and all.
On the fourth day no one died. The three remaining puppies started eating and drinking on their own again. Not much, and I was still feeding and hydrating them with a syringe, but I felt like they were going to make it. I was so relieved that I slept four hours that night. I was up before dawn, and Norah was dead. I felt horrible that I hadn’t been there to comfort Norah through her last moments as I had been able to do for most of the others. Benny and Alabaster barely had the strength to move.

I was crushed. I was going to loose all of them. There was nothing I could do to stop it, but damned if I was going to let them go without a fight.
Alabaster and Benny were looking some better by noon. For Alabaster, it didn’t last, but by some miracle Benny pulled through. His body had been emaciated emaciated by the virus. He was skin and bone, but he struggled on. In a few days he was eating solid food again, playing, and while still quite unsteady on his feet, he was trying to play.
Today he is healthy and growing strong. He shows no signs of slowing down.

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It’s taken me awhile to share this image. This was a victory photo.. It was taken April fifth. Left to right: Hazer, Norah, Keseph(standing), Benny, Emet, Diddy(standing), Bithyah, Alabaster, Dabar
Their mommy, Mouf, was poisoned by a deranged neighbor. (No, we don’t know who the culprit was.) She died when they were two weeks old. It’s not easy bottle feeding nine puppies. It took over ten hours a day, split between seven feedings starting in the pre dawn hours, and ending in the wee hours of the morning. It was rough, my health suffered, but it was so worth it.
Like I said this was a victory photo. I had successfully, after bottle feeding them for a month, weaned them and moved them from their crate inside, to the kennel outside. They were ecstatic about all the extra room to run and play.
This is before they contracted Parvovirus.
I wrecked myself trying to save every one of them. Medicine, supplements, forced hydration around the clock. My efforts were futile against this insidious disease.
Every time I thought I was winning, they would relapse, again. I felt empty and worthless. I couldn’t stop this virus. I fought tooth and nail regardless. I didn’t sleep much, and when I did I felt guilty about it. I barely ate, I became hyper fixated on one thing and one thing only. I had to save my babies.

Then they started dying. In three days I lost Keseph, Diddy, Hazer, Bithyah, Dabar, and Emet. I think that was the order. It’s a bit hazy, sleep deprivation and all.
On the fourth day no one died. The three remaining puppies started eating and drinking on their own again. Not much, and I was still feeding and hydrating them with a syringe, but I felt like they were going to make it. I was so relieved that I slept four hours that night. I was up before dawn, and Norah was dead. I felt horrible that I hadn’t been there to comfort Norah through her last moments as I had been able to do for most of the others. Benny and Alabaster barely had the strength to move.

I was crushed. I was going to loose all of them. There was nothing I could do to stop it, but damned if I was going to let them go without a fight.
Alabaster and Benny were looking some better by noon. For Alabaster, it didn’t last, but by some miracle Benny pulled through. His body had been emaciated emaciated by the virus. He was skin and bone, but he struggled on. In a few days he was eating solid food again, playing, and while still quite unsteady on his feet, he was trying to play.
Today he is healthy and growing strong. He shows no signs of slowing down.