On dad's birthday?

Molly was rushed to the vet at about 11.45 last night.
She couldn't walk, she didn't respond to her name, her gums were white and she was bleeding from the c-section stitches.
When we got to the vet she got worse, it took almost 20 minutes to put a drip in. I was watching her die.
The vet operated for 2 hours on her, fixing everything up.
She's okay now, puppy went in last night at about 3 AM to be with her and to feed.
We had to take Titan in aswell (he's a year old, from her first litter) incase they needed a blood transfusion because she'd lost so much blood.

It's my dads birthday.

And I think he was ready to kill himself.

;_; that's terrible. Do you know exactly what happened?
At least they're okay... But to have that happen on your birthday sucks more than anything. I hope he's okay.