I was born on Sunday, January 9, 2000.
I was a twin and my sister looked just like me.
She came out all by herself.
Debbie, our human, broke the sack for our Mommy, Sweetheart, and gave her to her to clean up and get ready to start nursing.

It was then she noticed something was wrong.
My twin had a problem.
Her intestines were on the outside of her body.

Debbie took the baby away. A few hours later, I wanted to be born. I let one foot out and then pulled it back up.
Then again. This time, the human grabbed it and pulled me out. It took a while. Seems I was a big girl and was hard to get out, but, alas, I was finally born.

The human broke the sack again for my Mommy, Sweetheart, and handed me gently to her. She "plugged me in to a teet" . It was then that the problems began.

And this is the rest of the story, in Debbie's own words.

For some unknown reason, Tori would not nurse from her Mother, or a bottle. I did not realize this for 2 days and by then, it was almost too late. I went in to pick her up and she was cold. I had an electric blanket down under her, but it was evidently not warm enough.
I took her to my friends house who had a cardigan corgi who had just given birth that day. We thought we could slip her in with the pack and she would stay warm.
I left and went home and my friend called and said she still would not eat. So, she went to the hospital where she was given some penicillen. They gave her some Mothers Replacement milk and some lactated ringers to put some fluid back into her little body. She started getting better.

It seems Tori had developed pneumonia. She could not keep herself warm and could not digest her food, either, from being too cold. For 2 days, it was touch and go , then, she started eating and moving and making sounds. I left her at the hospital for 4 days and then went and got her and brought her home.

It was love at first sight , again, for Sweetheart and me .
This beautiful little baby we had almost lost was suddenly given back to us to raise for a very lucky person named Dara.

I had to feed her every 2 hours to keep her from starving. Sweethearts milk had dried up by this time, so it was up to me and the baby bottle. I was lucky to find her a milk she would drink. The "common" kind you can get anywhere, she would not drink. I didn't care what it cost. I was bound and determined to keep her alive.

It took her 30 minutes to eat one tablespoon.
Then I would burp her and put her in her electrically heated bed to sleep, digest her food and grow.
And grow she did.

Everyday, she continued to gain strength and finally learned to suck her bottle. What a relief that was!

Then, one morning, I saw 2 sparkles where her closed eyes used to be. She looked up at me and my heart just melted.
She can see me now, I thought, this Corgi Child of mine.
From then on, it became less of a struggle.

She quickly learned the sound of my voice and I hers.
We had a very special bond, this Corgi Child and I.
I had done everything but give birth to her. She loved her fur Mom, but, her human one, too.

The day finally came when she was to leave home.
It was a rainy day, just like my heart felt, crying inside.
I was happy for her , that she had overcome such a struggle to live, but yet, so bonded to her, that I did not know how I was EVER going to let her go.
Her new human Mama, Dara, flew up here to get her and took her back.

As I kissed that beautiful little face good-bye, I knew it would be the last time I would ever see her, smell her, or get one of those special baby corgi kisses.
I felt such a hurt that only someone who had done this before would ever understand.

Fly away, my little Corgi Child. You will always be close in my heart.