so arriving at my parents house i dashed through the house to find my very fat pregnant Annie, now i'm not a person with any maternal insincts, but at the sight of my little girl my heart seemed to burst with pride, however on her face was a single look of guilt.
after being there for less than two days, i notice annie getting uncomfortable, with the welping box ready we convinced annie the best place to have her babies was in the box than behind the sofa.
as we sat anxiously waiting the hour of contrations we saw the head of a puppy popping out, claire held my hand as my dad helped annie.
as the little boy came out dad cleaned him and after a few seconds realised he was dead, taking hold of the lifeless body i felt this enoumous pain in my chest.
carefully placing him to one side as annie's contractions started again, i swallowed my tears and concentrated on helping annie.
all the while claire strocked my back in comfort.
out came the second boy and it soon became apparant that he to was dead, i found my world collasping as i looked at my little girl, she didn't understand why she hadn't got a puppy to nurse.
as the minutes past and nothing more happened my mother put in a call to the vets as i became more frantic, a part of me wanting to help but the other part of me realising i was losing something i hadn't realised i wanted.
as the vet said for us to come on down, we bundled all of us in to the car, claire reasuring me there was still a puppy inside wanting to come out, at this time i looked at annie and the only thought that came to mind was i wanted my littl girl to have her own little girl to love.
at the vets she was taken in for a ceasarean and we were sent back home to wait for the phone to ring...
already it was ten at night and i felt like i'd been through the mill.
with my eyes red and puffy we waited a further two hours, hours which felt like forever, when the phone rang.
watching my mum for anysign that annie wasn't ok, as she spoke to the vet, apart form the occasional, yes, i understand and ok there wasn't much i could decifer.
as the phone went back on the hook my mum smiled and said annie had a little girl.
sinking down on the stairs i started crying again, claire wrapping her arms around me, telling me over and over again that i had my littl girl.
after the tears had died down mum informed me there had been another boy born dead and another girl who had a clef pallet and wouldn't have survied, had been put to sleep.
annie was fine and recovering already feeding her little girl.
we would be collecting her them both in the morning.

part three to come....

Part 0ne...

it all started 3 years ago, no actually 3 years and a week.
i remember it all very clearly, i was sat at my brothers computer on a visit when my mum called needing to speak to me, so with some apprehension i took hold of the phone.
"We've just been to the vets..."
fear ran through me as i knew Anniki my 6 year old Finninsh spitz was still living with my parents, (as i lived in a flat and could only have the one dog living with me), and could be the only reason as to them calling me up.
"Yes.." crackled through my now dry throat.
"it's Anniki..."
tell me something i don't know, as my heart pounded in my chest.
"she's Pregnant..."
my mind had been racing through all sorts of things but pregnant wasn't one of them.
we'd breed Finnish spitz for years, being very careful each time choosing the best male and making sure all was right, (exluding one other time, that just so happened to be her mother siru, but that's another tale all together)
"How???"
a laugh sounded from the other end, "i though you knew all about that"
"i know how that happens, but..."
to many question buzzed through my mindbut one thought overode all of those, my little girls going to have babies.
so 2 days later i'd packed a bag and with the help of my friend claire we set off on the 3 hour journey to my parents house and to my little girl...

part two... to come