A puppy home birth.
At the end of March we learned Tasha was having 2 puppies via an x-ray. Her due date was April 6th.
I am not good with smells or any of that, like I barely wanted to be there when I gave birth, so I hoped that I would not be around for that and as fate would have it, I had plans that night. Thankfully.
I came home around midnight and Tasha was in our bed, and I noticed she was acting weird but thought nothing of it until I went to get in bed and noticed that it felt hotter and wetter than is normal…
Y’all my husband fucking slept through the dog giving birth like 6 inches away from his fucking face. I don’t even know how. I woke him up, and made him go sleep on the couch with clean blankets. The duvet we had did not survive.
Only 1 puppy had been born at this point, a girl, so I knew I was going to need to stay up to wait for the second one and I called my friend Erin, who is a vet tech, because basically I know nothing ’bout birthing puppies.
The second puppy arrived at around 3 am, a boy.
Unfortunately, the boy puppy didn’t survive, he had failure to thrive, the puppies were born early Friday morning and he passed away on Sunday. Tasha rejected him pretty early on and he did not take to bottle feeding.
Luckily, the girl puppy has been thriving, and she went to live with my parents a week ago. They have been spoiling her to death. Her name is Lola, and she has her own Instagram, which you can follow here.