Kid's Older Sister
Many of you know, and for those of you who don't, I have 7 little antidepressant packages running around my house all day. In a luckier world, that number would actually have been one better. Don't get me wrong, I'm fortunate enough as it is with the ones I do have. I realize few can handle or even be in a position to care for such a large number of pups. That said, I really do wish we could have kept her....
All of my puppies (excluding the parents) were born in pairs. The day Kid and her twin sister were born was the first time I had ever witnessed such an event. My mom had called me at five in the morning to let me know Marley was in labor, so I excitedly and hurriedly rushed home from a friend's house--I had just finished watching Roger Federer complete the Career Slam with his French Open win. Adrenaline pumping and with a sudden ignorance of the existence of red traffic lights, what I found upon my arrival was a little black wet thing being carefully licked by its mother. Moments later, a slightly bigger, blacker, but no less wet, second
thing popped out.WE HAD TWO FREAKING PUPPIES!! \(^^)/
It wasn't until things settled down that we began taking stock of the similarities and differences between the two. Firstly, I had no idea if those were microscopic penises I was looking at or not. They weren't.
Secondly, the firstborn was much
smaller, almost half the size of the younger one. In retrospect, it makes sense that the first one to come out has always been the smaller one--less resistance upon exiting XD. But there was one very important distinguishing feature of the older, frailer looking sister; she had a half-white mane, white-tipped paws and a white-tipped tail. For the record, none of my current dogs have anything close to that color scheme.
Even though secretly I was hoping for at least one boy in that litter, I was absolutely ecstatic to have these two. I was already imagining how beautiful and adorable they would be. I was looking forward to caring for them and watching them grow. I still remember their tiny cries and the highly addictive smell of their baby breath. My heart was stolen that day.
A day later, we began noticing some problems with the older one, which I had decided to name Kid due to her smaller stature. While the younger one fed voraciously, Kid was having troubles latching on to her mother's teat. She seemed weak and struggled to make the climb onto Marley's belly to find her life source. Naturally, this made us worry so we decided to manually feed her. My mom and I took turns bottle feeding her, but even then, something wasn't right. While she eventually was able to start suckling, there were white bubbles forming around her nose. It seemed like she wasn't able to swallow the milk, at least not all of it. Not fully realizing the scope of the situation, we continued feeding her as often as we could, hoping she would gain enough strength in the coming days. In fact, my mom stayed up all night making sure she drank periodically. We thought we were making progress as Kid finally drank her mother's milk on her own, but the leaky nose remained.
Another 24 hours later, my mom urgently summoned me again. Kid was limp. She was still
breathing, although barely. It was at that time I decided to take her to the emergency vet clinic. You can imagine the emotions as we made the seemingly endless drive to the animal hospital. Poor Kid, wrapped up in a small blanket, was hanging on to dear life.
This story doesn't have a happy ending as you've probably figured out.__________
Later that day, I buried her in our garden. I didn't have a gravestone or anything like that, but the one thought that remains
with me was that while our time together was short, the memories she left us will last a lifetime.
It was then that I re-named her younger sister to Kid
to commemorate the one we lost. #Kid #MissYou #Marley