Christmas Crumpet
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Last night we had 2 lurcher pups that we bred left out of the litter and they were running around in the garden playing and suddenly the little girl started being violently sick and then just collapsed. I stuck my fingers down her throat in case she was choking and she sort of came too but was having huge difficulty breathing etc. Lots of blood came out of her mouth and she was in a really bad way.
We got her straight to the vets who said although her vital signs seemed ok, she was very poorly.
The vet rang me at 11 p.m to say they'd almost lost her but that she was back again and they were positive. The vet then rang me at 5 a.m this morning to say she'd just died.
It turns out she was either stung internally by something like a wasp that she swallowed and then vomited up or had a serious reaction to a single grass seed. They did a post mortem because she was a special case and found this single grass seed floating in her lungs amongst all the fluid. I've been crying all day because she was so gorgeous and I can't bear seeing animals in pain especially ones so young - she was 8 weeks old. I am picking her up later and we are going to bury her in the garden. Her name was Gertrude Rose (Gertie for short) and I've found a Gertrude rose to buy to plant on her grave.
Isn't life such a f*cker sometimes?
We got her straight to the vets who said although her vital signs seemed ok, she was very poorly.
The vet rang me at 11 p.m to say they'd almost lost her but that she was back again and they were positive. The vet then rang me at 5 a.m this morning to say she'd just died.
It turns out she was either stung internally by something like a wasp that she swallowed and then vomited up or had a serious reaction to a single grass seed. They did a post mortem because she was a special case and found this single grass seed floating in her lungs amongst all the fluid. I've been crying all day because she was so gorgeous and I can't bear seeing animals in pain especially ones so young - she was 8 weeks old. I am picking her up later and we are going to bury her in the garden. Her name was Gertrude Rose (Gertie for short) and I've found a Gertrude rose to buy to plant on her grave.
Isn't life such a f*cker sometimes?
