Post by muskyhusky on Oct 17, 2008 12:26:26 GMT -6
Well, Maximus and Cheyenne were purchased from a woman I refer to as one of these backyard breeders.
[My personal opinion only]
The pups were about 13 to 14 wks old. When I bought them I asked her if they were current on their shots. She answered yes so I believed her. Well I went to get their second set of shots about three days later. Life went on and the wolf cubs were growing. I was very proud of them. Especially Maximus. He was truly a blessing, his temperament was so loving, everyone who saw him loved to come up and pet him. When they would walk away he would howl at them as if he was telling them " Hey come back here, that was nice, don't stop". Cheyenne at this point was still quite timid and shy.
Anyway, at about April 20th 0f 2004, I noticed a change takeing place in Maximus. His monsterous appetite was growing very small. I at first wasn't alarmed because I felt the heat was slowing him down a bit. His coat was so thick and fluffy ( the poor fella).
But each day it got worse and worse. I began to get worried about the third day into it. My friends all told me to wait just a bit longer. So I did. the night on the 23rd of April I came home to a very sick pup. He was drooling severly, and very lathargic, he even didn't care to be around anyone. This really scared me so I called a pet hotline for emergencies.
They told me that if he wasn't better by early morning to bring him in. I didn't feel right about this but I did as they said.
At the crack of dawn I was up and I went out to him. Maximus was not any better. So without a thought a scooped him up in my arms and rushed him to the vet emergency clinic. They were nice enough to take me straight to a room. The whole time Maximus lay in my arms, feeling very, very bad. It broke my heart and all I wanted was to see him happy again and playing with his sister.
After a thorough examination, the vet looked very disturbed. Almost hesitant. In my mind I was thinking " Oh God I beg you, please don't let her say what I know she is going to say." Well I guess God had different Ideas. The Vet explained that Maximus had Parvo and that it was extremely severe.
My heart just crumbled to the floor. I can't remember when it was so heavy. She told me that she could take him in but the chances of him surviving were very slim. Trying to gather myself together, I looked down at Maximus who looked up at me with very pain filled eyes, I knew he was really hurting. I decided that the best place for him was his home. I told the vet to do what she could and to release him to me. So She gave him some meds and put some fluids into him. My baby couldn't even move so without hesitating, I scooped him up and held him very close to me.
His head was very heavy on my shoulder as I gently laid him in the car and took him home. I wanted him to be as comfortable as possible so I laid him in the cool Arizona room. After talking to a few friends, I noticed that he was beginning to go fast.
So once again without a second thought I scooped him up and took him where he could lay around the people closest to him.
As I lay next to him all I could do was pet him and whisper softly tell him that everything was going to be ok. So Maximus let go of his spirit and My heart was wrenched out of me because without even looking at his face I felt his spirit leave his body.
That 4 and a half month old angel was leaving my life forever. God I didn't want that to happen. But it did.
This happened the 24th of April 2004.
I Love you Maximus
Anyway
(I need to stop crying all over again).
Not long after this horrilbe tragedy, the breeder was called. Her very words were, " Some breeders garauntee their pups, I don't." How sad that she insisted on being like that.
