Thanks a lot for the good advices.
What if I tell you that Tito's sister, which in animal age is just like a 100 year old lady, had had two babies in July 1st?
We all got surprised!
I mean, some days after Tito died, I saw her "attached" to a charming male dog but when they saw me the male got scared and dragged her away.
It was like and Alien x Predator scene.
I didn't get too concerned as she was too old and I thought she wouldn't be able to "generate" a baby, but then, on the last days of June she started getting too fat and acting strange. We all thought that she was too fat indeed and I also made some exams but her belly was too small to be full of babies, and I also didn't feel any babies inside.
And then, on July 1st, at night, I went to the ranch to check if she was calm and better, as she spent the whole day trying to hide somewhere inside my house and acting like she was in pain and nervous.
I made her a "nest" with old clothes and she then got easy and just laid down to rest in the ranch. I covered her with a piece of tissue and then she was like sleeping. I went upstairs two more times and she was like sleeping. On the third time, abou 11 pm, I didn't get in the ranch but just light it on when she put her face on front of the light doing a strange face like "Oh, you got me!"... I wouldn't get in but her face like she was caught red handed got me puzzled and then I got in the ranch to find two newborns!
I got so happy that I started calling my brother, sister-in-law, mother-in-law to tell we had puppies in the house! My husband told me to call the city radio station to spread the news
so excited I was!
Bulma had a male and a female baby on July 1st.
On the very second day, at dawn, I went to check the dogs and found Bulma and the female baby missing, and the male baby almost dead in the ground.
Bulma decided to leave the male behind and hid somewhere in the backyard with the female and smaller one.
I just got desperate when I found that little body on the floor. I thought the baby was dead.
But he made soft movements and moans. My hands were hot so I believe that he got reanimated with the heat of my body and tried to get feed from the palm of my hands. And I believe that Bulma tried to take him too by the position I found him, at the door of the ranch. Can't imagine why she gave up on him.
I started looking for her, desperately, as I was already getting late for work... when the little female baby started crying and I could find them, Bulma dig a hole below a huge pile of logs and tree branches we have in the backyard.
I tried to get her attention putting the male baby at the opening of the hole, but she just wouldn't get the baby. I also offered her a sausage but she just wouldn't come and get it. After I insisted a lot and also, when she noticed by the tone of my voice that I was getting really angry, as I was talking with closed teeth already, she took the baby and went back to the hole.
Fortunately, the male baby survived. But his little sister, who saved him by crying, was too small and had some difficulties to be breast fed. Bulma's breasts were too big for her. For some reason, Bulma tried to save the female at first. Dogs normally give up and put the weak ones aside to raise the stronger puppies. Bulma did the contrary, at first.
We tried to give a little help but then Bulma rejected her about a week later. I was a very sad weekend. It took us sometime to find out Bulma wasn't feeding the female anymore. We spent the whole day at work and everytime I went to check, both babies were breast feeding. But then after a few days I noticed the boy was getting bigger and fat, but the little female one was still the same.
Despite all the help we tried to give her, Bulma would put the female baby aside at night. We would make the female baby feed from her breasts but when we were not watching, Bulma would just put her aside.
On the July 7th, in the morning, I went to the ranch to find out Bulma had tried to bury the baby alive below some old furniture pieces.
The baby was too weak and hurt. We tried to feed her with a small spoon and some milk and she seemed to be a little better. My brother, when saw that, got his heart broken and didn't want to give up on the small female baby. I just wanted to end her suffering but wouldn't know how. We didn't have money for a vet, so we tried to save her on our own. The baby was too small to get fed on a baby bottle so we tried a spoon. She was the size of a small rat, and was too week too as Bulma had probably put her below the furniture as soon as we left the ranch the day before. Her death would come in a few hours.
My brother wouldn't just leave the ranch. We tried to hear her heart beats with a stethoscope. Nothing could be heard.
I did it some days before and noticed her heart had a slower and irregular beat, despite of her brother's.
But on her 6th day alive, there was nothing to hear, so weak it was.
I tried to make Bulma accept her back and Bulma did. When the baby was warmer, we got downstairs.
My brother is a very good soul. He asked me to get back in there as soon as I could, to check, then he left to his fianceé house.
I went upstairs to give some help two more times. It was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
The female little one was like sleeping. She wouldn't swallow the milk I offered her.
I was affraid I was hurting her more and more with my trials of making her survive.
I went downstairs and started crying until I felt asleep in the small couch.
Everyone was so busy so no one woke me up until it was five o'clock. I woke up with the sun almost down and jumped off the couch with my body aching.
I rushed upstairs to find the little baby dog kind of wrapped inside the old t-shit that served the dogs for bed. Bulma buried her again, for the last time. But this time, I guess the baby dog's heart was not beating anymore when she put her aside.
You see, it's a long and sad story in the end.
But I didn't get sad for that long.
I remembered that despite her life was short and her body was small, she had a great life.
She actually saved her brother when she cried that day. She lived for 6 days only but had a chance to save a life!
I didn't give her a name. I only call her "Menininha", which is Little Girl in Portuguese. (you spell meneeneeña).
I gave her brother the Charlie Brown's nickname in Portuguese: Minduin (meendooeen) which is a short version of Amendoim that is peanuts in portuguese.
My father who can't keep dogs due to his surgery for the rest of his life gave the idea. He's a Charlie Brown's huge fan.
He felt in love with the idea that my son would find a best friend in the newborn dog.
Surprinsingly, one day, asked about the dog, my son referred to him as being Tito.
If he is Tito or not, he too wanted to live and had shown he was a strong little one that day when his mother left him behind.
He's now a little fat, healthy guy and doing well.
I hope I can update you with pictures very soon.
First I have to learn how to upload the ones taken when they were newborns.