Weckles
Zooville Settler
For months I debated on getting one. I went through a traumatic break up at the beginning of last year and together we had 2 dogs. 1 was his from before me and the other was one he got while I lived with him. Honestly, I grew incredibly attached to them so when I did get settled where I moved, I decided to get a cat as...I just wanted some companionship and didn't want a dog just yet.
Around November I started looking at puppies. I finally felt comfortable enough to get a dog again. I was home enough for a puppy, I had the money aside in case something needed to be taken care of for him...I finally felt ready.
I talked to countless people, multiple scammers from different sites, a few decent choices that I ultimately passed up because they weren't what I wanted and I knew what I wanted roughly. Then I came across this man selling some puppies and after talking on and off about possibly getting one for a few hundred dollars, he finally reached out to me saying he would give me the last one available for free.
I knew it was too good to be true, but I hoped for the best and agreed to pick him up the next day.
I was busy the first weekend I got him and had my sister watch him for me until I was done, honestly watching my ex's dogs - I just didn't feel comfortable bringing a puppy around them and I also didn't want to stress the new puppy out. But I jumped at the chance of owning a dog myself again. Sister was perfectly happy and okay with watching him for me; she has 2 dogs of her own and I had hoped they would get along.
I got to him on Monday, and he was just this lively little thing. Happy as can be. I gave him a bunch of toys I bought him and his collar and tags. Honestly his favorite thing to do for those first few days was lay beside me when I was working and go to town on a little bone. He finally learned how to go down stairs, understood what potty meant and had 1 single accident in the house when he was well. I had been teaching him how to sit, and it was a 50/50 chance he'd do it.
Then Thursday I had to do something and sent him to my sister's for a couple hours...I came back to a different dog. He was sleepy, didn't want food or water; as the days went on he got worse and worse, eventually passing blood and vomiting constantly. I assumed the worst and knew I was right. I couldn't get him to a vet yesterday, not even the emergency vets had time but I did today and he was in organ failure. They assume his liver was shutting down and causing everything else to just...stop working.
I chose the right thing to do and ended his suffering. Part of me wanted to take him home and hope for the best but...let's be real...a 4 month old puppy who can't even stand anymore or eat had no fighting chance.
I'm hurt to say the least. Incredibly bothered by the events and as much as I really really wanted a dog again, I just don't think I can manage right now. I will one day, but right now just isn't that time.
Excuse me while I go cuddle my cat who finally had grown to liking him. I think he'll get extra treats and cuddles tonight.
I'll miss you my little Zeus. You were very loved and I hope I do see you again.
Around November I started looking at puppies. I finally felt comfortable enough to get a dog again. I was home enough for a puppy, I had the money aside in case something needed to be taken care of for him...I finally felt ready.
I talked to countless people, multiple scammers from different sites, a few decent choices that I ultimately passed up because they weren't what I wanted and I knew what I wanted roughly. Then I came across this man selling some puppies and after talking on and off about possibly getting one for a few hundred dollars, he finally reached out to me saying he would give me the last one available for free.
I knew it was too good to be true, but I hoped for the best and agreed to pick him up the next day.
I was busy the first weekend I got him and had my sister watch him for me until I was done, honestly watching my ex's dogs - I just didn't feel comfortable bringing a puppy around them and I also didn't want to stress the new puppy out. But I jumped at the chance of owning a dog myself again. Sister was perfectly happy and okay with watching him for me; she has 2 dogs of her own and I had hoped they would get along.
I got to him on Monday, and he was just this lively little thing. Happy as can be. I gave him a bunch of toys I bought him and his collar and tags. Honestly his favorite thing to do for those first few days was lay beside me when I was working and go to town on a little bone. He finally learned how to go down stairs, understood what potty meant and had 1 single accident in the house when he was well. I had been teaching him how to sit, and it was a 50/50 chance he'd do it.
Then Thursday I had to do something and sent him to my sister's for a couple hours...I came back to a different dog. He was sleepy, didn't want food or water; as the days went on he got worse and worse, eventually passing blood and vomiting constantly. I assumed the worst and knew I was right. I couldn't get him to a vet yesterday, not even the emergency vets had time but I did today and he was in organ failure. They assume his liver was shutting down and causing everything else to just...stop working.
I chose the right thing to do and ended his suffering. Part of me wanted to take him home and hope for the best but...let's be real...a 4 month old puppy who can't even stand anymore or eat had no fighting chance.
I'm hurt to say the least. Incredibly bothered by the events and as much as I really really wanted a dog again, I just don't think I can manage right now. I will one day, but right now just isn't that time.
Excuse me while I go cuddle my cat who finally had grown to liking him. I think he'll get extra treats and cuddles tonight.
I'll miss you my little Zeus. You were very loved and I hope I do see you again.