Our breeder emailed us tonight to let us know that the puppies, due today, didn't make it. The way she described it sounded almost like a phantom pregnancy, where the mother gives all outward (and inward) signs of being pregnant but no fetus(es) actually exist. She said that they had only expected about 2-3 puppies since she was so small, but then it just didn't go as intended.
So, breeder #1 told us no puppy due to there only being four in the litter and we were past #4 in line in September.
Breeder #2's entire litter was stillborn in early March.
We decided to stick with breeder #2 for her next litter, and this is what happens.
Good freaking god.
I like breeder #2, so when she recommended in her email that we contact her good friend in Phoenix, breeder #3, who has a litter due around August 23rd. So, I called breeder #3 tonight. She was very pleasant, still has puppies available (she had just started accepting deposits yesterday), and wants me to fill out a questionnaire and visit her home. Apparently, breeder #2 already told her about us, which made breeder #3 all the more willing to work with us and what we want (female, uncropped ears, good with children, potential running partner). Yay for that? Maybe.
We'll talk further with breeder #3. I have a feeling we'll go with her and her litter, but I'm not going to get excited about it this time. Three times we've waited for a litter and walked away empty handed. No more name discussion, buying things we'll need for a puppy, or (for me) thinking about when the puppies are coming. I'm not even going to talk about this with the girls either, not until the puppies are out, settled, and we know there's one for us. I get too emotionally attached to the litter buggers, and it breaks my heart every single time we don't get one.
Good god, how does anyone survive a miscarriage of their own child? I can't even handle losing a puppy that I never had in the first place!
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