It's 5 am and I can't sleep. I miss her so much. I've been on here for 3hours reading stories and checking out the grieveing reference sites. I just keep crying.
I waited through 4 litters of pups to finally get a female pup from my aunts Rat Terrier Sadie. Sadie is such a beloved dog everyone who has ever met her has fallen in love with her. I really had to fight some people off to get my Sassy considering she was the only female pup of Sadies to make past that crucial 6 week old mark.
Early last week Sassy started looking run down, became a bit lethargic. This was immediately odd because anyone who has ever met a Rat Terrier pup knows that they are anything but lethargic. By Friday she hadn't eaten in 4 days. The first couple of days I passed it off on the sudden rise in the summer heat, she was still drinking water so i figured she would eat soon. That 4th day I got worried and took her to the vet. He gave us some antibiotics for her and let us know she was actually very sick. By Sunday night she was really bad and I called the doc on his emergency line and said that when he saw her on Friday he was afraid of this but now he was sure-- She had Parvo.
This was a death sentence to me immediately. I had only heard horrible stories about Parvo, but people around us started to tell us other wise. It gave us some hope.
We nursed her giving her pedialyte every 15 mins all of Sunday night and took her in to the vet on Monday morning as soon as he opened not sure what to expect. She looked better on Monday though and the doc gave her some antibiotic shots to try to help her along. He warned us though that she was not in the clear.
I guess Sassy took Monday as her last Happy day--That day she Barked at people, wagged little nub, and followed her boy (my 5 year old son) around the yard to best of her ability that day.
Early Tuesday morning she quit holding down fluids. By noon she wouldn't swallow the fluids anymore. By 1 pm had clenched her mouth down and wouldn't even let me try to put them in her. By 2 pm she had hemoraged and suffered cardiac arrest.
The poor girl from the vets office was on the phone with me when she actually passed. Later I thought man I bet I really ruined her day.
I guess I just really needed to get this off my chest. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this.
In loving memory of Sassy-Bug Rosko- may she wiggle her nub in heaven where she can play with children all day in the summer breeze as the sun shines down on her.