Parvo

I have been fostering a litter of bottle fed pups. Their mother was hit by a car and killed when they were only a few days old. This weekend I had to go to a family function in Utah. The pups all seemed healthy and full of energy...until Saturday morning, the morning I left. I called my friend who was going to be taking care of them for me and let her know that one of the boys seemed just a little off and would she please keep an eye on him. She stopped in later that morning and all was well. But when she came over that evening, Paris the only female was not doing well at all. She was refusing to eat or drink. She force fed her a little bit of rice and chicken and got her to drink a little bit of water and went home. Yesterday she came over in the morning and found Paris dead in the crate. Bernie and Royal were lethargic and weak. She bundled all three boys up and rushed them to the vet. Today I picked up the third puppy, Mario who smells of Parvo but has no symptoms at all. He is happily romping through my house while his brothers fight for their lives at the vet office. We will know tomorrow if they will make it or not.

I was not so attached that I couldn't have given them to new families, but to have them die in my care is devastating. All I can do now is hope and pray and snuggle the one who seems to be ok.