About 30 yrs ago I found a newborn puppy, covered in snow, on Interstate 95 in Virginia. Eyes weren’t open yet (1 or 2 days old). Vet said he’s too young and will most likely not survive. I bottle fed him and did all the motherly things he needed. He lived a healthy, happy and truly loved, long 16 years with me. He was a Bermise Mountain Dog Freeway, 140lbs. He even attended my wedding. He had to eat every couple hours, and of course, I never had a shortage of babysitters. The Preacher said, (“I’ve married people with children and or children on the way, and a lot of unusual things, but never a newborn Puppy).” I’ve had animals my entire life, all sorts, sizes and shapes and I LOVE them all. I never had children, so they are my family/children.