My SO and I are friends with 2 other couples who both got puppies around the same time we got Ben. They are all different breeds, but all 3 are within 5 days of each other in age. Whenever we saw either of them we'd have fun talking and comparing puppy notes - easy to do when someone else has a puppy pretty much exactly the same age as yours.
We heard yesterday that one of the other puppies went to the Bridge this weekend because of kidney failure - Charlie, a Cavalier King Charles, was not yet 6 months old. [

] The other puppy, Rupert the Mini Schnauzer, was very very ill for a while, and thanks to about $10 000 worth of vet care and treatment he's fine now, though his growth has been permanently stunted and he's about 2/3 the size he should be.
I feel HORRIBLE...not only for my friends who have had to go through these ordeals, but because I find myself feeling glad that it's not me. Ben is as strong as an ox, and his only emergency vet visit came from eating something he shouldn't. I feel lucky, and then feel guilty for feeling so lucky. My friends are devastated, what right do I have to be thinking about me and my dog? [

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All of our dogs were/are well bred animals with good pedigrees. I guess it just shows that things can always happen.
I'm sorry, I just had to get this out. I feel like a horrible person. Run free, Charlie. [sm=angel.gif]
Kate