Since bringing him home, Grinch was quite noisy through out the night. Every time I would go to check on the litter, he always seemed cold to the touch especially his head....no matter what I did. I also noticed that he wasn't trying to drink from mom, just trying to be close to her.
Things seemed to had got worse late this afternoon. I watched carefully, and he remained cold. His mouth always open... just not right. I took him with a heating pad, and blanket and cuddled on the couch. Rosé knew something was wrong... she laid her head on my thigh and kept looking up at me, and then the pup. I think that was the hardest to see. He was still very feisty.... always smelling my chin. He then became violently ill and cried as if he was in pain (which I know he was). I did everything trying to get him comfortable. I knew there wasn't more anyone could do. I had to ask Ed to take Rosé away and tend to her other pups. Grinch eventually calmed down... still releasing some liquid from his open mouth, but eventually, he would not raise his head with my touch... he was just lifeless.....I could feel his breathing getting more and more shallow - longer in-between breaths..... I knew he did not have much longer.... I prayed and cried to the lord to take him now, he passed away in my arms against my chest.
He definitely took my heart and the heart of my family.
We have placed him in a small pretty black childrens shoe box with a blanket, and tied a beautiful Christmas bow around it.
You were an early Christmas gift to me..... I feel you should be remembered that way.