Once again, my dog had puppies. Today in fact. Not too long ago either.

I was watching something on the computer when I felt some thirst setting in. So, I went to the kitchen while also stumbling in the darkness and trying not to wake anyone up. I acquired the drink and headed back to my bedroom.

When I opened the door, I noticed the smell I didn't detect while I was inside. I had gotten used to it while I was busy on the computer. Leaving and coming back had made me aware of the difference.

It was a scent I was all too familiar with. The smell of birth.

I instinctively looked under my bed. There was my dog. All wet from the fluids that result from the occasion. Next to her, quite a distance away, was a puppy's body. Unmoving and cold.

I knew it was dead. Still made sure. Sat there for a couple of minutes hoping it would start breathing any second.

Nope.

During the time I was waiting, I realized there were two other puppies as well. Fortunately, they seemed pretty healthy, so that was a relief. I helped my dog position them in places where they could all be more comfortable. It's all I could think to do at that point. I then proceeded to dispose of the little corpse. I never get used to doing that.

One thing I also noticed, is that my dog looks all right for now. She seems pretty health as well. And with that, I am content.

All in all, things didn't turn out so bad this time.