Writings on the Wall

cinnabon was his name...

he was the youngest and the tiniest puppy of them all...and the only brown puppy among a pack of white ones...and he died just now.
he lays lifeless in their cage...
i don't know if it were the open wounds on his paws that caused his death...
he simply became weaker and weaker until he can't push himself to drink milk anymore.
and now there are only five...
was i a bad mom to deserve this?
:(