Our black lab recently had a pup, yes, just one pup. She had two others, but they were both still born. When he was about two weeks old, Cheyenne, his momma, stopped feeding him, so we had to bottle feed him. Not much longer after that, Cheyenne got sick. We found out she has cancer, and it's too far gone for us to do anything about, so we've been keeping her as comfortable as we can while she is still with us.
It is bittersweet. We have a cute, playful little puppy that so wants to be near his momma, but she is dying, and we have to keep him away from her as she gets quite agitated by him. We were going to give him to a farmer that we know, but since he is a part of her, we've decided to keep him. Now we are trying to come up with a name for him that is a spin off of her name. My husband suggested Chez, but I'm not sure if I like that or not.
Anyway, here some pics of the pup and Cheyenne.
This was taken within an hour after he was born.
Here's a pic of them together. This is probably the last picture I will have of her, as she has lost a lot of weight and does not look so good. I don't want to remember her that way.
Here's one I took of him just the other day. He is now just over six weeks old.