Dayze wasn't planned. But when I first met her, I fell in love. And when her owners decided they couldn't keep her anymore, I knew she would find a home with us. About a year and half after Dayze joined our family she became violently ill. The first vet misdiagnosed her saying she had a bad case of worms. When she wasn't getting any better, we took her to the emergency vet hospital. They immediately diagnosed her with Parvo. We took her home and had to administer a IV 3 times a day, one shot once a day, and another twice a day. At this time Dayze was only 5lbs. We poked her so many times she would shoot out the IV solution when we gave her another dose because we had to prick her so much. We kept her in a laundry basket with towels and slept on either side of her. It was just like a sick child. We were up and down all night long, washing the soiled towels twice a day, and hardly any sleep for us. Our odds didn't look good. As I researched the disease, I came to grips of losing our baby. Everything was working against us; her weight, her breed, how young she was, and the Huntington vet misdiagnosing her and the time we lost because of that. But Dayze had other plans. She pulled threw. She surprised the vet, us, and everyone who knew she was sick. Today, Dayze is fully grown weighing in at 7lbs. and going stong! She LOVES to cuddle and loves going to the park. Sometimes I thinks she forgets she is a dog. She is truely a blessing for my boyfriend and I. She our daughter and our dog.
Our miracle baby, Dayze
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