You guys, I'm back from crying for sixty hours straight.
If you don't know what happened on July 19th, My Point of view:
It was 5 in the morning, and I just woke up while my dog was asleep with her newly born puppies that were born on the 16th. I went to check on a certain puppy that had a clipped snout. She couldn't open her mouth to grab ahold of a nipple on my dog, so I would feed her every hour, but.. that morning, she was barely breathing. I immediately grabbed her and made a new bottle of milk, and I started feeding her, but she would push it away. I cried to my Father, everyone was asleep and I woke up everyone in the house except my brother. I told my father about her barely breathing, but when I looked down, she was limp. She died in my hand... I gave her to my dad and ran out to my bed.... I felt guilty at the moment. I couldn't do anything to save her... and she died in my hands, made the feeling worse.... that's when I started crying for several hours a day. At night or in the early morning silently. I still feel guilty...
This actually happened on July 19th. Please don't take it as a joke. I don't like the voices screaming in my head, saying that I killed her.
My family and I knew she wouldn't survive, but I wasn't expecting her to die in my hands. I hate seeing animals get hurt, so I try my best to help them... and when I saw my favorite puppy die in my hands... I didn't know what to do.. except cry.
Rest in peace, Mortisha, you'll be remembered