Day August 20, the eve of the third birthday of my dog \u200b\u200bMusa. A white westy crazy, disheveled hair, and tail meneona giant heart. The best animal species that every human being would love to have by his side for what you get when you open the door of your home, how is with you day, night and early morning, how you feel by your side and is watching the look or be forever grateful not touch it or not. How to get on the couch to sit glued to you, how to wait patiently every day to lift the eyelids of the night to be first with their lambetazos wish you a good day, work, walk, path or children. She is, and his presence always throws me towards her tenderness, caresses, words of great affection creaking. Today, this afternoon, most of the afternoon could with my tears. He managed to move my well of tears and cried with her and her. At twelve noon today, starting with a win the second set of paddle with my son Michael, I get a call from my nephew Nano, the network quickly jump to hear the voice in seconds warning me from the other side Musa device that just had their first puppy. Hurried and unfinished game we got home. My dog \u200b\u200bhad given birth to three puppies. Two of them dead.
The look restless, moving restlessly, is up, lie down, change positions, you look, pushing over and over again and suddenly emerge and leave my life, hope, joy and deep joy, I get a puppy or a dog, or look at that, it is important live, breathe q, q move that giant worm-shaped dog. ! Walks! All relieved smile, appreciate, encourage the mother, the caress, she continues exhausted, your body is screaming to us. Something is not right, time stops and Musa will not leave his battle, fell mortally wounded, exhausted. Without thinking twice the climb with her two infants in the car and took her as a woman in labor to the vet fast. Succeed the hours between echoes, radiographs and serum ... Sale the fifth dog, with difficulty breathing. Too late, a few days later, another farewell, this time my son who has the misfortune to witness his agony. He is alone and terrified, his hands cradling a creature we have not stopped blowing day and night to ensure life. Came immediately to his call for help crying again, not so much as the loss of the puppy but by the grief and pain of a thirteen-year presence for the first time the agony of death. Hug him again and again and whispered in each hug! Sorry, sorry, I'm not being with you, (it was the first ride that was after six days without stepping Street, had been working, I would Canine granted maternity leave? ... I was on holiday and thanks to this and the generosity of my nephews and friends, helping in a thousand things the two sons of Musa dogs came forward. Thanks!)
Hippy
The look restless, moving restlessly, is up, lie down, change positions, you look, pushing over and over again and suddenly emerge and leave my life, hope, joy and deep joy, I get a puppy or a dog, or look at that, it is important live, breathe q, q move that giant worm-shaped dog. ! Walks! All relieved smile, appreciate, encourage the mother, the caress, she continues exhausted, your body is screaming to us. Something is not right, time stops and Musa will not leave his battle, fell mortally wounded, exhausted. Without thinking twice the climb with her two infants in the car and took her as a woman in labor to the vet fast. Succeed the hours between echoes, radiographs and serum ... Sale the fifth dog, with difficulty breathing. Too late, a few days later, another farewell, this time my son who has the misfortune to witness his agony. He is alone and terrified, his hands cradling a creature we have not stopped blowing day and night to ensure life. Came immediately to his call for help crying again, not so much as the loss of the puppy but by the grief and pain of a thirteen-year presence for the first time the agony of death. Hug him again and again and whispered in each hug! Sorry, sorry, I'm not being with you, (it was the first ride that was after six days without stepping Street, had been working, I would Canine granted maternity leave? ... I was on holiday and thanks to this and the generosity of my nephews and friends, helping in a thousand things the two sons of Musa dogs came forward. Thanks!)
Hippy
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