So, even though she wouldn't let me keep Buddy/Bear, my mom has been wanting a yorkie for the longest time. So Saturday, I get a picture message from her fiancee of her in the car with a little yorkie puppy.
They bring her home and are all enthralled with her. I must admit, she is a really cute little girl. She has the black button eyes and this teeny little nose and the biggest ears which probably get great reception. Even though I suggested the totally rad name of Buffy, they ended up naming her... Gigi.. blech. But what can you do?
Saturday night, we were all worried because she wasn't eating at all. Sunday morning, the called the pet store they got her from (:| Ueah.. don't even get me started with buying dogs from a pet store). The store says, "Oh yeah, this is normal. They are usually stressed out when they're first brought home and she'll eat when she's hungry enough." I think that is kind of crap, since my current two dogs made a very smooth transition into the household (aside from the 1AM lonely puppy cries, d'awww).
So, this morning, she still hadn't been eating. And on top of that she had been throwing up since Saturday too. Very dark brown.
My mom takes Gigi into work with her, because she's zomgtiny. While there, she phones the vet telling them what had been going on. Right as she was on the phone with the vet, Gigi just has a seizure right on the floor. Yeah.
So little 1.8 pound Gigi is rushed to the animal hospital.
Turns out, it's parvo.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
After a whole day of crying, my mom brought Gigi back around 9 o'clock. She has bags full of medicated food, medicine, IVs, the works. What the vets instructions were is to force feed Gigi this high-fat high-protein wet dog food type stuff with a syringe, and that they would do the IVs in the morning and evening.
The poor thing did not like having her first force feed. She ended up regurgitating a lot of it.
She's had her parvo shot and everything, but apparently the stupid breeder gave them too early so they didn't really take effect. At least that's kind of what I understand from secondhand information through my mom. I feel like this could've been so preventable.
Right now, it's a miracle she's still alive. But it's very unsure whether she'll make it through the night. We've only had the thing for a few days, but I am all torn up about it. She is only 3 and a half months old; she's barely even had a chance to live.
She is so frail and tiny and helpless, I feel so bad for her. Every time I hear my mom get up and walk around, I'm terrified that I'll hear her come up here with bad news. And I feel helpless because I don't know what to do.
I really, really hope she lives.
Update: I just found out that poor little Gigi passed away this morning.
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