So, I followed my instincts and took Willie to the vet on Monday. The 2 vets there cannot figure out what is wrong with him. They came to the conclusion that he's got something similar to "fading kitten syndrome". Basically, he's going backwards instead of being how a thriving, happy 9 week old Yorkie should be. They've treated him for all things it could possibly be, but nothing is working. He just lays around, doesn't eat, sleeps all day, no drinking (besides what we have to physically syringe into him). They think something internally is wrong and he didn't develop fully while he was in the womb and that he is on his death bed. We are getting ready to take him back to the breeder right now. I feel sooo horrible because he is the cutest little thing but I just don't think that there is any hope for him. I actually don't think, I know.
I cannot believe that this is happening to me after less than 2 months ago my little Lacey passing away. AHHHHHHHHHH...it just seems like one thing after another right now and I'm so damn frustrated that I can't even think. My heart is breaking, yet again.
