On the first day of his life, I was watching Shane die.  I’ve seen puppies die before, rescue is tough and sometimes we don’t get there in time.  I know what it looks like and Shane was most certainly dying.  Others who were there can tell you this is true.

At barely over 4 ounces, Shane was too weak to nurse enough to get the nutrition he needed.  Being premature, I didn’t know if his stomach could handle puppy formula.  Watching him struggle, I had to try.  In a Hail Mary pass, I carefully threaded a tube down his throat and into his stomach and fed him through it.  I didn’t think it would help, but feeling so helpless, I had to try.  Even with the remembering the tears flow.

But sometimes miracles happen, sometimes we do win.  A short time later Shane had calmed down, his breathing less ragged, his tiny cries quieted.  I fed him some more.  Shane fell asleep and rested peacefully, his belly full.  A new course was set.

The hours and days that followed were tough.  It took an army of support folks to keep Shane and the crew going.  Our little family is so great.  The pups had to be helped to eat every two hours around the clock.  They were weighed before and after every meal.  Those that did not get enough to eat had a feeding with the tube.  People brought food for Vera and for me.  Folks took day shifts so I could go to work and a few night shifts so I could get some much needed sleep.  And everyone was patient with me when my foggy with exhaustion brain couldn’t remember the end of the sentence I had started to say.  I love our family, I really do.  Together we do amazing things.  Vera’s miracle pups are living proof.

Today I watch Shane play with a toy.  He is amazingly beautiful.  His fur is several colors of chocolate brown, perfectly highlighted.  His eyes are bright, beautiful, deep oceans so wide open to the world.  I can’t tear my gaze away and I feel a tear, a happy one.  My heart swells in my chest until it aches because there is not enough room for it.  I love this boy so much.  I would move mountains for him.  For so many days and even weeks, I didn’t know if Shane would ever get here.  If he would ever play and wag his tail, romp and give sweet kisses.  He did though.  My sweet, sweet, amazing, beautiful little boy, he did.

Shane at 4 days old

Shane at 4 days old

Shane today at 5 weeks old

Shane today at 5 weeks old

 

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Last Modified: October 28, 2013

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