A bad, tiring weekend
I wanted to update you on Friday, but my husband called around 12:20 to tell me I needed to "come home NOW." My husband never gives me orders, and he never cries - he was doing both. As a teacher, it takes a little bit for me to get a sub, but I was on the road ten minutes later.
My husband stayed home to take care of some things around the house. He went inside for a lunch break, and when he went back outside, the biggest of the pups, Boss Hoss, was laying in the pen, dead. He had no external injuries, just some blood on his mouth and nose. I told my husband to remove all food from the pen and remove all the dogs - my first suspicion was poisoning.
We loaded everyone up and took everyone to the vet. We brought Hoss with us as well, so the vet could maybe tell us what killed him. As it turns out, Hoss was probably in the wrong place at the wrong time. Our male dog, Chase, got excited and when he was jumping around, he landed on Hoss's head, killing him instantly. The vet assured us that even if we had been standing right there, there was nothing we could have done for the little guy. She also told us that this was an accident, and Chase wasn't showing aggression because there was no mauling (like I said, there were no external marks). Everyone else was fine; in fact, the vet said the pups are the size of 8 - 9 week old pups, so they will probably be very big (they will be 5 weeks old on Wednesday), and in addition to that, they are all extremely healthy.
In addition to moving everyone, Chase now has to be separated, which is heartbreaking. He loves Jessie, and he loves those pups. He is so confused as to why he can't be with them anymore, but they still take three mile long walks a day with each other, and we both play with him a lot. My husband won't stop blaming himself; I've never seen him this upset.
I think I gave some of you the wrong impression regarding our other little guy, Bear. He is not home with us. He is staying at a clinic in Cincy, and right now he is under heavy treatment for septic shock. He's so young he's not able to fight off infection. We call every two or three hours (all of the receptionists, nurses, and vets know my voice now), and so far he is still fighting. This morning he even stood up on his own and tried to walk around (the bandages were restricting him, though). He has undergone a full blood transfusion, and he has received two rounds of plasma. Needless to say, in addition to the emotional investment, we are also accruing a very large monetary cost, but it is completely worth it. Even if he doesn't make it, we will know that we did the absolute best we could.
Please keep my little guy and my husband in your prayers.