The first puppy we got after we got married, our little great dane Ares, I lost to parvo. It was devastating. He was 9 weeks old and already had his first shots with an appointment for his second only days away. He got sick on Thanksgiving and crashed appallingly fast. We couldn't find an open vet and despite my best efforts, he died in my arms by the crack of dawn. That was my first and cruelest lesson in parvo. I had never even heard of it before that. I know how quickly my
partially vaccinated great dane puppy faded out, and Jubilee is hardly a handful of fur. If she gets it.... I'm not remotely optimistic about her chances. I wish she hadn't let impatience get the best of her. I understand she recently lost her 15 year old aussie, but now she may have to bury 2. I wish she'd of seen that.

Maybe with God's good grace she'll dodge the bullet.
I now have a lot of experience with pet store horror. I went into a pet store years ago and ended up helping a customer more than the employee and was offered a job. I saw a chance to work with animals! Very naive and ignorant about pet stores at the time. That place ended up being a prison. The owner couldn't care less about animals, only the money. If I did not take care of them, they wouldn't be taken care of. Period. I quickly learned what puppy mills were, as the "breeders" often had dirty puppies with 20+ breeds to choose from. I took a week off for Christmas, and when I came back there were over a dozen puppies there in critical condition. No food or water. Bloated with worms and covered in feces and most of all clearly sick. Most of those puppies died in my arms. I gave every single one a name and a few minutes of love so they wouldn't die nameless and unloved. I left for
1 Week and in that time 9 puppies ended up dying. I had my vet call the humane society and they ordered the remaining sick puppies be taken to a vet, so he sent me with an armful of puppies but
EVERY vet in town hated him so much they would not see the puppies. Here I am, holding dying puppies sobbing, to have one vet say "
I'm in this for money and I know he isn't going to pay." It was an unimaginable place to be in my life. I hated my job so much, but was terrified that if I quit, how many more would die? I didn't leave the job until the humane society got tougher animal selling restrictions passed, with hefty fines. You know, things that take
money! Which is what he heard, not dead fur babies.

Thankfully that pet store is gone now.