And then along came along my two girls – just two days old!! Once a month we have a walk from the kennels, and it’s a great opportunity for socializing.. for the two-legged of us, and of course for our four-legged friends. One Sunday when I arrived I got a particularly warm welcome, and it transpired that they were desperately seeking carers for six one day old pups who had been rescued from a plastic bag in a rubbish tip. (Really, how could anyone THINK of doing such a terrible thing?) Initally I said no way – already the servant of 3 cats and 2 dogs. But in the end I gave way, and ended up taking home two delightful tiny, tiny little things no bigger than mice. This time they needed to be given milk, at first
Betty and Doris at one week old
using an eye dropper, every two hours day and night; and because there were two of them, I had to set my alarm for just an hour and a half… it nearly killed me. At nights I kept them in a small box on my bed, so that if by chance I mis-set my alarm then their little squeaks would waken me.
I never intended to keep them and gave them the worst names I could think of – but I was so tired, the worst I could come up with was Doris and Betty. I tried to find homes for them, but apparently everyone but me knew that I would end up keeping them!! And what gorgeous girls they turned into.
My two boys are now 11, and the two girls are 10, and they are such great company.
Sadly, my initial three cats have crossed over the rainbow bridge, (a phrase I heard for the first time here), but my little Fifi, dumped on my doorstep when less than four weeks old is still with me. That’s nothing short of a miracle, but it’s also another story….
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