Non-pregnancy related, animal related, might make you cry. Very very long.

So here's a little background to my predicament. My husband and I are due December 3rd for our little boy, we had 4 dogs, 3 males, and 1 female, all unaltered. Before I moved in a few years ago he had just the 2 males and 1 female. Well he didn't take the time to alter the female or males and puppies happened and happened. When I first moved in the female was pregnant with her 3rd litter of puppies, I told him that this would be the last litter ever. It was we adopted out all the puppies and I kept one male out of that litter. So a year down the road and no puppies, no incidents, I timed her heats and knew when not to let her around the main male that had been causing all the issues. She wasn't a part of the 'gang' to begin with, we had to keep her segregated from the other dogs (even her own puppy) who she would constantly antagonize and attack, she only got along with the male that kept knocking her up and he was deemed too old by vets to neuter. 😑

Well we finally had some spare money available this month to take her and my dog (the puppy) in to be fixed. She was only about 4 years old. My puppy was 1 yr and 3 mo. So my husband and I go to our scheduled appointment, he was very reluctant to take her to begin with and afraid something would happen to her. I just told him that if he loves this dog this needs to be done it's cruel and selfish to let her be bred and not have a normal dog life, not one full of puppies and segregation. My initial plan was after having her spayed was to find her a new home before baby arrives. Off track again sorry, we drop both off at 8 am and pick up time was 4pm. 3:30 rolls around and no calls were received so I assumed everything went well and we leave to go pick them up. We get there check in, it's a full office and everyone is sitting or getting their dogs and leaving. I walk up to check in and pay and get told to hold on, the tech went in the back and came back and said it'd be a few. Well not even 5 minutes of sitting there she said we needed to come to a back room instead of the waiting room.

My heart sunk I immediately knew something happened or went wrong with one of them. My husband was oblivious til they sat us in a small room and told us the doctors (vets) would be in to speak with us. He immediately starts freaking out saying something went wrong. I said hopefully they just had some issues with the extra fat around her uterus (due to all the puppies) and they might have to keep her overnight for recovery. Well the vets walk in and he immediately starts questions, they begin with -------- is you're beloved pitbull? And he can't handle it and said she died didn't she? Both vets are tearing up and said yes she passed away, there were complications and they tried everything they could, they said the initial surgery went good and she was recovering but then she started to have issues, paleness, needed fluids,etc. They performed a stomach tap drew blood and knew she was bleeding internally so they put her back under and began trying to stop the bleeding, but her heart couldn't handle it and it stopped. They tried CPR and nothing worked and they had just lost her moments before walking through the door to tell us.

I'm already blubbering in the corner and my husband is playing tough. He asked a few more questions and asked if our puppy was okay and that he didn't want to be rude, but just wanted to see our puppy at this point. They left to get him and my husband completely breaks down. Saying he knew this would happen.

They are cremating her and giving us a little urn & paw print plaque and didn't charge for hers or our puppies surgery/meds/cone etc.

Well I feel like shit for trying to prevent further issues or puppies and find the dog a good home. But I shouldn't. My husband is depressed and makes comments, "but if it was him you wouldn't be able to handle it." Yes my dog is my baby too, but he acts like I was expecting this to happen when we took her. I told him we were lucky to go home with a dog at all that day. I tried to tell him she passed under, unconscious she wasn't in pain, she had fun the day before, he got to give her hugs and kisses when we handed her to a tech for her surgery.

I just feel like crap for having scheduled it and taking them down there. Then to have that happen. She was the only dog to have complications that day. This all just happened yesterday. 😖

As for my puppy he is doing fine and recovering. A bit groggy from meds, but good.