Today, I fell in love with another sweet baby Potcake. He doesnt have a name yet, but from the moment I saw him this morning, that was it. And I think he knew it as well because every time I would walk by his cage, hed cry out in this awful, heart-wrenching cry as if saying: Pick me up! I mean the poor thing is so skinny and sickly and barely has any energy, but every time he saw me, hed wag his tail and yelp out, howling once. I had to change the towels and newspaper in his cage and hed literally climb onto my gloved hands and hold on for dear life, trying to make his way up my arms and onto me. Because he just came in this Thursday and is showing signs of illness, we need to glove up and gown up so that we dont put any of the other pups at risk. But even with my gloved fingers, he relished in the touch and leaned into my hand, closing his eyes. He is a tiny little guy, much smaller than his brother, but his will to live seems to be there. Ill be going in to see him often, making sure he knows he is loved and that life is worth living. Just like I did with Magic. I just hope that this little guy has a better outcome than my poor Magic did. Im trying to find out another name for Fighter or Survivor, so as soon as I find out, I will let you know. I will post updates as I have them.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 01:42:30 +0000
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