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Even after losing so many pets (why do they live such short lives) it is the hardest thing in the world.
This is a sad story.
On Saturday, mum raced into the room and told me that a wild duck had brought her ducklings into our garden. We were so excited as we watched them making their way to our stream at the back of the garden. They were accompanied by a couple of other ducks, so I spend a few happy moments feeding them from a bread packet. I watched the mum and ducklings sail downstream, then headed back to the house.
A few moments later, mum raced back to tell me the our cat Tika had caught a duckling. I was horrified and hurried with mum to find it. We found it huddling by the woodpile, and after checking it over, mercifully, it was only a small neck wound and she was in shock.
After frantically going over the internet to find out what I could, (I found that bread is not good for ducks!
) I placed her in a small cage with a hot water bottle and a towel. Then hurried off to see if I could find the mother, but she had disappeared. I looked everywhere for her, even getting my feet wet to go up the stream to find her, but she'd gone!
I did as much research as I could and spent the rest of the day feeding her and making sure that she was warm. Slowly she began to get over her fright and turned into quite a character! Noisy, friendly, and burrowing into my fingers whenever she could. I had never intended to keep her. After all, she was a duck! But after researching, I realized that ducklings bond with one person, then they can't just be released again, But they make good house pets (provided that they have a special duck diaper!)
I fed and watered her hundreds of times every day, I got up in the night to change her hot water bottle, and I was absolutely exhausted. But to tell you the truth, I was falling in love with her!
She was bonding with me!
On the third day, I gave her a name. Rosie. To my astonishment, my family said that I could keep her!
We had so much fun with her in the sink, pecking up bits of chopped lettuce!
Then, on Monday night, when I got up at 3:00am to care for her, she had died. It was a huge shock! It was so unexpected, and because I hadn't thought that she would make through the first night, loosing her when she was going so well was heartbreaking.
I love caring for animals, I love being responsible for a creature that needs a lot of care to survive, so loosing one makes me feel like a bad person. It makes me feel like I shouldn't have pets if I can't care for a wild one.
I miss Rosie so much, I even miss getting up at 12:00, 3:00 and 5:00 at night for her!
I just wish that I knew what I did wrong.
Goodbye Rosie, I hope that you're happy where you are.
This is a sad story.
On Saturday, mum raced into the room and told me that a wild duck had brought her ducklings into our garden. We were so excited as we watched them making their way to our stream at the back of the garden. They were accompanied by a couple of other ducks, so I spend a few happy moments feeding them from a bread packet. I watched the mum and ducklings sail downstream, then headed back to the house.
A few moments later, mum raced back to tell me the our cat Tika had caught a duckling. I was horrified and hurried with mum to find it. We found it huddling by the woodpile, and after checking it over, mercifully, it was only a small neck wound and she was in shock.
After frantically going over the internet to find out what I could, (I found that bread is not good for ducks!
) I placed her in a small cage with a hot water bottle and a towel. Then hurried off to see if I could find the mother, but she had disappeared. I looked everywhere for her, even getting my feet wet to go up the stream to find her, but she'd gone!I did as much research as I could and spent the rest of the day feeding her and making sure that she was warm. Slowly she began to get over her fright and turned into quite a character! Noisy, friendly, and burrowing into my fingers whenever she could. I had never intended to keep her. After all, she was a duck! But after researching, I realized that ducklings bond with one person, then they can't just be released again, But they make good house pets (provided that they have a special duck diaper!)
I fed and watered her hundreds of times every day, I got up in the night to change her hot water bottle, and I was absolutely exhausted. But to tell you the truth, I was falling in love with her!
She was bonding with me!On the third day, I gave her a name. Rosie. To my astonishment, my family said that I could keep her!
We had so much fun with her in the sink, pecking up bits of chopped lettuce!
Then, on Monday night, when I got up at 3:00am to care for her, she had died. It was a huge shock! It was so unexpected, and because I hadn't thought that she would make through the first night, loosing her when she was going so well was heartbreaking.
I love caring for animals, I love being responsible for a creature that needs a lot of care to survive, so loosing one makes me feel like a bad person. It makes me feel like I shouldn't have pets if I can't care for a wild one.
I miss Rosie so much, I even miss getting up at 12:00, 3:00 and 5:00 at night for her!
I just wish that I knew what I did wrong.
Goodbye Rosie, I hope that you're happy where you are.
