gentle giants
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I haven't been on here for close to a week, I think, just couldn't deal with talking to anyone. They say bad things happen in threes, well I'v had mine all in just over a week.
First of all, I haven't said much about it on here, but my Sally had been very ill for a long time. I had had her to the vet several times, run different tests, tried different meds, nothing worked. Towards the last, I could see that she was in pain that the painkillers weren't stopping. I probably hung on to her longer than I should have, just out of selfishness. Finally, on Saturday December 22, I made the decision to end her pain. I knew we would be gone from the 23-25, and I didn't want her to be there suffering and mabye passing away on her own without me there. I am, of course, still dealing with the guilt and self-doubt that always goes along with a decision like that, plus going into the barn and seeing her empty hutch twice a day. I haven't even been able to clean out her cage and feed bowls yet, just couldn't bring myself to do it, especially with what else has happened.
On Christmas day while I was at my mil's house, my mother, who was caring for all my animals while we were gone, called me. She told me that my two parakeets were gone. The cat had evidently knocked the cage down, and I'm sure you know what happened after that. I hadn't had them very long at all, and they were to wild still for me to play with or anything, but I feel incredibly horrible for not thinking to shut them up in the den or something where the cats couldn't get them.
Then, on Thursday the 27th, my beautiful little rat terrier Benzi disapeared. He went out with me to feed, as usual. When I went into the barn, he was chasing squirrels right outside the barn, which was something he did a dozen times a day. He really had some kind of vendetta against squirrels, he was always chasing them. That was the last time any of us ever saw him. It took a few hours for us to realize he was gone, because he went back and forth between my house and my parents, we live right next to each other. I assumed he was in the house with my dad, and my dad assumed he was in the house with me. He had never stayed outside for longer than 20 minutes before without one of us with him, so as soon as we found out he wasn't in either place we knew something was badly wrong.
We have taken pics of him around to all our neighbors, and my dad, mom, my husband, and I have all taken turns going out through the woods looking for him and calling. Since he was such a small dog, and we have a very heavy population of coyotes here, we are pretty certain that he was taken by them. We have alerted the animal shelter, and he is micorchipped and all, just in case, but we really don't have much hope of seeing him again.
So basically I have spent the last week crying and incredibly depressed. It's a helluva way to start the new year, and it really sucks that I can't even drink right now. I jsut needed to get this all off of my chest, thanks for bearing with me.
First of all, I haven't said much about it on here, but my Sally had been very ill for a long time. I had had her to the vet several times, run different tests, tried different meds, nothing worked. Towards the last, I could see that she was in pain that the painkillers weren't stopping. I probably hung on to her longer than I should have, just out of selfishness. Finally, on Saturday December 22, I made the decision to end her pain. I knew we would be gone from the 23-25, and I didn't want her to be there suffering and mabye passing away on her own without me there. I am, of course, still dealing with the guilt and self-doubt that always goes along with a decision like that, plus going into the barn and seeing her empty hutch twice a day. I haven't even been able to clean out her cage and feed bowls yet, just couldn't bring myself to do it, especially with what else has happened.
On Christmas day while I was at my mil's house, my mother, who was caring for all my animals while we were gone, called me. She told me that my two parakeets were gone. The cat had evidently knocked the cage down, and I'm sure you know what happened after that. I hadn't had them very long at all, and they were to wild still for me to play with or anything, but I feel incredibly horrible for not thinking to shut them up in the den or something where the cats couldn't get them.
Then, on Thursday the 27th, my beautiful little rat terrier Benzi disapeared. He went out with me to feed, as usual. When I went into the barn, he was chasing squirrels right outside the barn, which was something he did a dozen times a day. He really had some kind of vendetta against squirrels, he was always chasing them. That was the last time any of us ever saw him. It took a few hours for us to realize he was gone, because he went back and forth between my house and my parents, we live right next to each other. I assumed he was in the house with my dad, and my dad assumed he was in the house with me. He had never stayed outside for longer than 20 minutes before without one of us with him, so as soon as we found out he wasn't in either place we knew something was badly wrong.
We have taken pics of him around to all our neighbors, and my dad, mom, my husband, and I have all taken turns going out through the woods looking for him and calling. Since he was such a small dog, and we have a very heavy population of coyotes here, we are pretty certain that he was taken by them. We have alerted the animal shelter, and he is micorchipped and all, just in case, but we really don't have much hope of seeing him again.
So basically I have spent the last week crying and incredibly depressed. It's a helluva way to start the new year, and it really sucks that I can't even drink right now. I jsut needed to get this all off of my chest, thanks for bearing with me.
