I woke up bright and early this morning to go to work.
I have been working tons and my cavalier puppy fund has reached $500 dollars - a big accomplishment.
New York has decided despite weekends of sun, that it is not ready for Spring because it was cold and rainy.
Nate is in California for his Grandpa's funeral.
I get to work, when I notice an email from my puppy breeder. We've been keeping in contact and the puppy mom is due for x-rays monday to see how many pups there are and due to have them in about a week and a half.
I open up the email and I read "She went into labor early"
My first though is "oh my god- exciting?"
Then I read, "she delivered 1 puppy, there were 2 remaining pups both of which were dead when born".
I could not believe it.
I feel so horrible for the breeder, for the puppy mom, for the puppies that died, and for me.
I don't know what to do, little pumpkin seems farther away than ever.
I went to yoga after work and realized as much as it sucks, I wasn't meant to have a puppy from that litter.
One of those puppies was not meant to be my pumpkin.
So I am back to sqaure one, with $500 and a heart mourning what could have been.
It's a sad, sad, day.
