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5 years ago today, after having lost 9 rescue pups in 48 hours, I wrote the below poem/statement. I had gotten Coco and her pups about a week and a half earlier. Pulled from a shelter in rural Texas, the pups were born overnight the day they were scheduled to be pulled from the shelter. The shelter had no indoor runs, and was not funded well enough to have preventative medications on hand, and for that matter, relied on donations for food despite being local government run. Coco gave birth to 11, but one died on transport. 10 made it to us. 5 years ago today, all that was left was momma Coco, and little Julio. 9 pups in bags in my freezer, waiting for us to see if I would save Julio against all odds.

5 years a week from now, I will bury the 9 pups in the mistaken belief that the dying was done. Julio will have opened his eyes, he will have taken his first steps. And then he and his momma will show signs of neurological distemper and have to be euthanized. They will be cremated together. This will be end up being a year in which I lose 37 fosters dogs, and a 9 month period in which I lose 40 (3 at the end of December). I will take a break after this litter to give the disease a chance to die out in my home, and then my next litter, a litter of 12, will come out of a well funded shelter with the same damn disease (plus several others). Losing an entire litter of 12 immediately after a litter of 9. Plus another 4 out of a litter of 5.

This anniversary is a double emotional whammy as I lost my father 4 weeks ago.

At this point, I have lost only 1 of my personal (permanent) dogs, Athena. 97 fosters in my care, and 15 more within 16 days of leaving my care, went to the Rainbow Bridge instead of furever homes. Even if we assume that all the adult fosters were the same age as Athena (12 years, 4 months), the average age of the dogs that have died in my care is less than 3 months of age. Neonates are so damn fragile, especially being born in shelters, in ditches, parking lots, alleyways, etc... Facebook memories just keep bringing up the deaths.

Also in the last week, I received notice that Akeela had passed away. 9 years and 10 months ago, I will spend 10 hours in the car (5 hours each way), driving in storms, to rescue a momma and her 10 newborns from a shelter. Momma's intake paperwork will say "Pregnant?" and she will answer that question 2 days later. 2 days after that, we had to put a muzzle on her to be able to load her in my car. She was terrified for her pups in that shelter, designed for a capacity of 100, that had 273 intakes in the previous month and only 93 outbounds (return to owner, transfer to rescue, or adopted). We got her to my house, unloaded her pups into a pool, and you could see her visibly relax as she realized she and her pups were safe. They became our Jungle Book litter, and Akeela will get adopted by friends. I would get frequent opportunities to see him at the farmers market for 2 - 3 years before they moved out of the country. Always got photo updates of him for the last almost 10 years. Such a big goofball. And now, yet another loss. He got almost 10 years he would not have had I not rescued him. But I am so tired of the losses that keep piling up.

Please let the dying stop... by SeasDiver

Because you abandoned or surrendered your dog when she became pregnant

Because you did not deworm her

Because you did not use flea and tick preventative

Because you do not vote for people that will fund the shelter enough for them to be able to give preventatives on intake

I am the one who saved your dog when she had 11 puppies

I am the one that is crying as each puppy slips away from me due to anemia from hookworms

I and my vet are the ones using dewormers in pups that are too young for them to try and save them

I am the one that will be burying at least 9 more puppies in my angel garden

I am the one pouring heart and soul into momma as she mourns her lost pups

I am the one treating her for tick borne illnesses

I am the one staying up all night fighting to save the remaining pups as I feed them since it is no longer safe for momma to do so

5 years ago today, after having lost 9 rescue pups in 48 hours, I wrote the below poem/statement. I had gotten Coco and her pups about a week and a half earlier. Pulled from a shelter in rural Texas, the pups were born overnight the day they were scheduled to be pulled from the shelter. The shelter had no indoor runs, and was not funded well enough to have preventative medications on hand, and for that matter, relied on donations for food despite being local government run. Coco gave birth to 11, but one died on transport. 10 made it to us. 5 years ago today, all that was left was momma Coco, and little Julio. 9 pups in bags in my freezer, waiting for us to see if I would save Julio against all odds.

5 years a week from now, I will bury the 9 pups in the mistaken belief that the dying was done. Julio will have opened his eyes, he will have taken his first steps. And he and his momma will show signs of neurological distemper and have to be euthanized. They will be cremated together. This will be end up being a year in which I lose 37 fosters dogs, and a 9 month period in which I lose 40 (3 at the end of December). I will take a break after this litter to give the disease a chance to die out in my home, and then my next litter, a litter of 12, will come out of a well funded shelter with the same damn disease (plus several others). Losing an entire litter of 12 immediately after a litter of 9. Plus another 4 out of a litter of 5.

This anniversary is a double emotional whammy as I lost my father 4 weeks ago.

At this point, I have lost only 1 of my personal (permanent) dogs, Athena. 97 fosters in my care, and 15 more within 16 days of leaving my care, went to the Rainbow Bridge instead of furever homes. Even if we assume that all the adult fosters were the same age as Athena (12 years, 4 months), the average age of the dogs that have died in my care is less than 3 months of age. Neonates are so damn fragile, especially being born in shelters, in ditches, parking lots, alleyways, etc... Facebook memories just keep bring up the deaths.

Also in the last week, I received notice that Akeela had passed away. 9 years and 10 months ago, I will spend 10 hours in the car (5 hours each way), driving in storms, to rescue a momma and her 10 newborns from a shelter. Momma's intake paperwork will say "Pregnant?" and she will answer that question 2 days later. 2 days after that, we had to put a muzzle on her to be able to load her in my car. She was terrified for her pups in that shelter, designed for a capacity of 100, that had 273 intakes in the previous month and only 93 outbounds (return to owner, transfer to rescue, or adopted). We got her to my house, unloaded her pups into a pool, and you could see her visibly relax as she realized she and her pups were safe. They became our Jungle Book litter, and Akeela will get adopted by friends. I would get frequent opportunities to see him at the farmers market for 2 - 3 years before they moved out of the country. Always got photo updates of him for the last almost 10 years. Such a big goofball. And now, yet another loss. He got almost 10 years he would not have had I not rescued him. But I am so tired of the losses that keep piling up.

Please let the dying stop... by SeasDiver

Because you abandoned or surrendered your dog when she became pregnant

Because you did not deworm her

Because you did not use flea and tick preventative

Because you do not vote for people that will fund the shelter enough for them to be able to give preventatives on intake

I am the one who saved your dog when she had 11 puppies

I am the one that is crying as each puppy slips away from me due to anemia from hookworms

I and my vet are the ones using dewormers in pups that are too young for them to try and save them

I am the one that will be burying at least 9 more puppies in my angel garden

I am the one pouring heart and soul into momma as she mourns her lost pups

I am the one treating her for tick borne illnesses

I am the one staying up all night fighting to save the remaining pups as I feed them since it is no longer safe for momma to do so