I don't understand what this seems to imply... could you explain?
She was a runt puppy and the breeder didn't bother to separate her from her siblings and she couldn't compete for food.
So, she ate their feces which were mingled in with pine shavings.
She had the worst case of coccidia anyone had ever seen and we raced from the airport in search of an e-vet because she was hypothermic, dehydrated, in deep shock and basically on her way out.
We managed to save her from all that but due to her fear of never having enough food [in spite of being well fed] she could not get over the need to eat every piece of dog poop she could find.
When we made a point to constantly remove the other dogs' feces from her reach, she'd eat her own immediately after defecating.
Our vet said if we couldn't find a way to stop her, she'd eventually get kidney failure from it and she apparently did.
The poor dog weighed 12 pounds at 3 months of age, she was so deprived.
She lived for nearly 10 years but she always
had immune system issues.
She alone had been to the vet more times than all my other dogs, combined.
She just couldn't fight off infections and was always living on the edge.
That, of course, led to her final bout with demodectic mange.
We had gotten her to the point where her hair was coming back in, she was no longer scratching but the toll on her body was just too great.
The night she died, she kept sitting and looking at me with what appeared to be sorrow in her eyes but she didn't really act 'sick' except for not wanting her supper.
We planned to take her to the vet for a kidney function test the next day but when I woke up, I found her curled up on a pile of blankets.
She just looked asleep but before I could even call her name, I knew she was gone.
She was one of those sad puppies that should, by rights, have never survived but we kept her going for 10 years.
In spite of it all, she was joyous thing, full of happiness and energy.
Such is the life of a dog rescuer.
All too often, despite the best efforts, the initial damage is never completely undone.
I lost another rescue girl in 11/08 and then 3 more within 13 months of each other in 11/12.
It's a lot to bear.