This weekend was a blur.

I had been talking about getting a Boston Terrier puppy since early summer and ended up holding off through the summer. I thought I could get one over Christmas break and get it accustomed to the house and the way of living there over that time before Passion and before I get a job. This would also allow for it to be a Christmas gift. I started searching last week and found the perfect one. Hannah and I decided to go visit her on Saturday night and couldn’t hold off getting her. Christmas came early and we now had a fourteen week old Boston Terrier Puppy that we called Bigsby. She was the runt of the litter and was calm, but loved to love on you and be loved on. She would just lay in your lap all day and follow you wherever you went. She was well on her way to being house trained and didn’t have any accidents around me. But she also didn’t eat or drink after we got her on Saturday night.

By Monday morning, she was throwing up and not eating or drinking still. I took her to the vet and they tested her positive for parvovirus. She had it for a while but the symptoms just started showing up 24 hours after we got her. She had become quite dehydrated and weak. I couldn’t afford treatment, so I was going to take her back to the breeder given our health guarantee contract. However, she was getting married that day and couldn’t take her back because of the honeymoon, but would refund me (though I just wanted Bigs to be ok). I got her treated and they gave her fluids, but still didn’t know what was going to happen. We decided we were going to take her to another vet this morning that could give cheaper treatment and were very optimistic about treating her and thought she should be ok.

When I took her in this morning, I had to leave quickly to get to school. I left very encouraged thinking she could be fine in 2-3 days, but it could go either way. I got a phone call from the vet before I even made it home telling me that while they putting the catheter in her to get her some fluids, the stress of it all combined with how weak she was sent her over the edge and she died.

I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. 60 hours after I got her, she’s gone. I didn’t even have time to blog about having her before she was gone.

I’ve never been a big “dog lover” or pet guy, but I fell in love with Bigsby so quickly. She was such a good dog…the best dog, even for the 2.5 days I had her. This has been a lot harder than I ever would’ve thought it would’ve been. I feel so silly and weird talking about her a lot, getting upset by losing her and even writing this about her, but I really did love that puppy so hard and so quickly. I appreciate everyone’s advice and kind words throughout the whole thing. I can’t say if I’ll ever get another dog…at least not for a while (because there’s still parvo in the house and I couldn’t handle having another fiasco like this one), but it was definitely a learning and challenging experience.