This is Lily-Belle with her litter of puppies, you can see Angel in the front. Lil is defiantly having a bad hair day!!!!
This is Angel at 8 weeks, she now is slightly over a pound and doing great. She comes running when you call her name. She is still on baby food, puppy cereal & formula & still needs to be hand fed. I am not sure of Angel's future but I know one thing...she is a survivor & is gonna make it!!!
Angel has free roam of the house, I only lost her once. She goes outside now & here you can see her trying to eat out of the adult dog food feeder. I have been taking her to bed with me at night. She is dong so well, like a normal dog with preemie needs. She loves to play with all the other dogs but I have to really watch her as she can get hurt very easily. We must always be aware of where she is as if Samson, my German Shepherd or someone stepped on her it could be terrible.
She has a great appetite, here she is eating her baby food turkey....mmmmmmmm. I think she is so stinking cute!!!
Here is Angel napping with Samson.
Angel laying on my laptop power supply, I suppose it was nice & warm....crazy little peanut girl.
The cutest dirty face I have ever seen.
I always take a group shot before the puppies go to their new homes. This is Angel's litter, you can see she is defiantly smaller than her litter mates. Just look at the size of her head compared to the others.
This is the very last picture ever taken of Angel. She is napping here with Shiloh.
July 21, 2010- September 25, 2010
It is with great sadness & a very heavy heart to say our precious Angel has passed away. Friday night I was feeding Samson some canned food as I was worming him. I closed the gates so he was locked in the kitchen with me. Angel had been sleeping with Shiloh in the same bed a few minutes earlier as Chelsea walked through the living room & told me to look at them; I took a picture of the two of them napping. As soon as I set Sam’s food down I noticed Angel coming through the rungs of the gate. I told Ron, look she can still get through the gate. She ran over to Sam’s food & before I picked her up she got a bite of his food. It was chunky food. She started choking, I tried to get it out of her mouth, I set her down & she tipped over, there was all this white foam coming out of her mouth. I didn’t know what to do. I called Ron & Chelsea & Chelsea called Natalie & she came over but we couldn’t do anything, she was fighting for air & her breaths were considerably fewer than they should have been. Natalie called to see what Vet was on call & it was Dr. Hall, my Vet. We ran her up to the clinic, he intubated her & said it was not good. She would now have pneumonia as the food went into her lungs when she aspirated it. After intubating her he brought her back to me. It was sickening what you could hear from the intubation tube, all that crud in her lungs, the wheezing. Plus watching her fight for air, it was so terrible to see that tiny body work so hard just to breath. Intubating was not giving her enough oxygen so he said either we put her to sleep or we do an emergency tracheotomy. I could not for the life of me make a decision at that moment. I told Chelsea to call Ron & ask him, he said surgery. So Dr. Hall took her in the back again & this time he was gone for a long time, finally he came back with her wrapped in a towel. He said it was a very guarded situation that she could go either way. She seemed to be breathing a bit better but her gums & tongue were still very pale. He said we have no idea how long it has been since she was without air, he said it was not a good situation. Dr. Hall let me bring her home with an iv and all her medication. About 3 am Saturday morning she started having a hard time breathing again. I just sat there & watched her but the breaths were getting fewer & fewer, longer between them. I picked her up & rubbed her back & she took a breath. Then she took one more then that was all. I rubbed her again & shook her but there were no more breaths. She was gone. I wrapped her up in a receiving blanket & gave her a kiss between the eyes, which is where I always kissed her. My little Angel was gone. 10 weeks she lived. Dr. Hall said she was a fighter; she just wasn’t big enough or strong enough to fight the pneumonia.
I am just devastated. It has been a week now since Angel passed away. I have cried more tears than ever. I miss her so much my heart is just breaking. I have 10 dogs & almost always a litter of puppies. I manage to find just as much time as each of them needs. Now with Angel gone I realize just how much of my time she took. I feel the need to fill all that voided time but I don't know how. It just seems unfair that she fight for her life, finally when she was a month old I knew she was going to make it, in which I allowed myself to fall in love with her. For her to die over a freak thing like choking on a piece of food???? I don't get it. Why? I think of her each time one of the dogs licks my ankles, I think of her every moment. It will take me a very long time to recover from this. I swear to God my heart is just broken into a million little pieces. I only had her for 10 weeks but in 10 weeks she showed us more personality than some of our other dogs. Angel didn't know she only weighted a pound & a half, she thought she was as big as Samson. I will think of her each time I look down the hall because I can still see her running to the kitchen.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....