Life’s journal…

It was a very tiring day for me. I was up til dawn, busy taking care of two small and delicate, cute Pomeranian newborns.  It was like working night shifts.  Had to wake up every two hours since its their feeding time.  At 8 am, they were turned over to our helper since its her turn now to be the nurse…Day shift naman siya kung baga.  Then i decided to catch up on sleep, placed a note saying the puppies are downstairs and a big DO NOT DISTURB sign on my door, hoping to have a beauty rest for 8 straight hours or more.  Just 2 hours after, i was awakened by a knock on my door.  I thought, "Pambihira naman oh! Di ba niya nabasa yung nakasulat sa labas? Isn’t my writing big enough?" I didn’t open it and tried to fall back to sleep.  The knock wouldn’t stop and got even harder.  So I got up and opened the damn door saying, "Ano ba? Natutulog yung tao!" with a higher tone of voice.  I got angrier when i saw it was my brother disturbing me, knowing that he did it just to piss me off.  But it was a bit strange. When i saw my brother’s face,  I couldn’t understand the facial expression im seeing from him.  He wanted to say something. Then it happened…

The day before, around 10:30 am, we rushed Poopsie to the veterinarian clinic because she was trying to give birth to her first pup but the delivery was breech and the puppy was stuck from the waist down in her birth canal and 30 minutes had already passed she couldn’t let it out.  The puppy was too big since the normal size of a newborn Pomeranian is very small that two could actually fit on the palm of one’s hand. At the clinic, the surgeon was able to help Poopsie deliver the puppy out but half of its body had been inside for too long and they suspected it could have suffocated.  They tried reviving it for 10 minutes but to no avail, the puppy died. The other two left inside could be of the same size so the surgeon decided to perform a caesarian operation on Poopsie.  It was successful.  Poopsie was ok during the first few hours and was able to breast-feed her two baby girls.  As time passed, the anaesthesia started to wear-off and Poopsie was beginning to feel the pain. At 8 pm, my mom was supposed to pick her up at the clinic along with the two puppies but Poopsie was becoming weaker. The vet suggested to leave Poopsie behind overnight so they can further monitor her health. My brother and i, on the other hand, were waiting at home and very excited to see the puppies.  Too bad Poopsie wasn’t with them, but we thought it would be better that way since we wouldn’t know what to do if Poopsie went home, with her status, there might have been a complication.  We then fed the puppies with a milk replacer and tucked them in.

Then morning came…… My brother finally broke to me the dreadful news. As he stood by my door, with a sad low tone he said "Gusto ko lang sabihin na patay na si Poopsie."  Suddenly, i switched from an angry mode to a i-couldn’t-explain-what-i-feel mode. I was speechless.  Not a single word could come out of my mouth.  I said to my self, "Is this a joke? Is my brother joking? But why? He wouldn’t do that. Not with Poopsie."  He then confirmed it that the vet called up earlier saying that Poopsie died of a heart attack due to stress from the delivery and operation.  I don’t know what to feel. I wanted to blame the vet that maybe they didn’t do their job properly. Or blame us that we should’ve brought her home `coz she must’ve thought we were leaving her there for good.  I didn’t know what to do. I just brokedown and cry…

Poopsie has been like our baby in the house. She was an intelligent dog.  Very lively, cheerful, proud, always wants attention and lovable.  I’ll always remember my fun times with Poopsie.  She may be gone but she left us with two beautiful puppies and i know when they grow up they  will be just like their mom.

Poopsie
January 13, 2003 - Septemebr 8, 2005