Well, yesterday was quite a roller coaster. Our breeder picked up Molly last week in preparation of her upcoming birth. If you are new to the blog, we fostered Molly (an English Bulldog) and although she is our dog, the breeder retains rights to her puppies and the whole process before/after. So she was due, via c-section on Sunday. We received the text message and photo, the babies arrived! 3 girls and 1 boy. We spread the word and shared the news and the boys were so excited. Then, last night we received a call that something awful had happened. Molly died! What?! We are still trying to put the pieces together but from what I understand, the trach collapsed her breathing tube and she suffocated. I don’t have the full story but I assume it was a delayed reaction because she was obviously okay after the procedure because in the photo (above) she is conscious and nursing. I guess our breeder looked over and her tongue and mouth were blue and she had just stopped breathing. We are all so upset! We didn’t even have Molly for a year. She was hands down the best dog we ever owned.
Jim and I told the boys this morning and it was tough.
Gabriel and Garrett seemed to be okay but Grant had a hard time.
When you consider getting a pet, it’s part of the process to think ahead and know that at some point, the dog will die. Jim and I talked about that and how the boys would react when that day came and death comes to all of us, we just didn’t expect it would happen so soon.
Anyway, the breeder offered us one of Molly’s puppies but I just can’t go there yet. We are still missing OUR dog and trying to adjust to the news. Grant actually asked if we could have one of her babies but that is a big question. Puppies are a totally different ball game. We got Molly after she passed the chewing, potty-training stage and she was already calm and obedient. We’ll have to stew on that for a while. Well, I have much more to update but my time is short, I’ll be back to update soon.