And then we got unlucky...

On a Saturday when Cristian was bringing me to work, we nearly hit a small puppy on the street. It wasn’t of a breed, but we thought we could just bring it home, give it a bath and then give it into adoption. However, we soon found out that she was sick. We didn’t know what it was but it seemed to be serious because she didn’t want to eat and had blood in her faeces. The next day she had already died. We buried her in the mountains close to a river.
A week later, Fibi got sick. She didn’t want to eat and was throwing up continuously. I thought that maybe she had eaten something that wasn’t good for her, but after she was one whole day without food or water, we brought her to the hospital. And the news weren’t good at all: She had parvovirus. It’s a sickness that doesn’t have a cure and once a dog has it, there is only a 50% chance of surviving. And of course, it is highly contagious.
Two days later, Kal-El started with the same symptoms and we also brought him to the hospital. We were full of hope because we had brought him so early.
On the day when the hospital called us to inform us that Fibi is great and can leave the hospital, they also told us that Kal-El died.
We were so frustrated because all of our dogs are vaccinated against this sickness and we lost one and it cost us a lot of money to have Fibi in the hospital.
In general, the whole months of March was filled with a lot of unlucky events. I broke my finger, but cured it myself (without going to the hospital because I didn’t want to wait in line forever), I fell down a whole and hurt my knees, had an accident on the scooter (and got lots of bruises) and Nala bit June because she came close to her while she was eating (the only time when Nala gets aggressive).