I wish the pain we feel could take some of your pain away.
Damn, I know life isn't fair but this is just so horrible for you.
I am very sorry. I know words cannot help ease your pain..
I learned in my lab animal class that researchers have leaned that when prey animals are being attacked and know they are going to die, they die right then. They don't feel anything physical. They feel the fear very briefly, then the process takes over and they die quickly and painlessly.
There is a name for this, and I've tried to find it in my notes, but it is a documented fact.
Our teacher gave us the example of when a deer is jumped on by a lion, right then it doesn't feel anything and dies quickly. This is why sometimes birds can die from fear, and rabbits.
I know you are in horrible pain, but I hope this might help you believe and know Perriwig went quickly due to this process.
- I Love Lucy
I still haven't been able to deal with his body. The thought of seeing it again terrifies me. Once his remains are cremated, however, my friends who were present and those who knew and loved Perriwig are all going to meet for a little ceremony for him. If I can think of a fitting place, we'll scatter his ashes there. I hope that he can rest in peace.
I don't know if I mentioned before, but the dog in question did not belong to my friend. She was taking care of him while his owners were out of town. At the time, I really didn't care one bit if she told the owners or didn't as it wouldn't change anything. I never even mentioned the possibility to her, but she decided on her own that she should so that they would have that knowledge should they ever be in a situation where small animals may be present or if they ever wanted to adopt a small pet of their own. I hadn't thought of telling them for that reason, so I'm glad she did. I've never met them, but my friend said they were very sorry and offered to buy a pig to replace him. She promptly explained to him about my rescue work and told him the thought was appreciated, but I wouldn't want that. Now at least they know about small animal rescue and are aware that their dog should not be trusted around small animals. Not that any dog ever should be.
I had a nice talk with one of our vets about what happened and she told me a story about how many years ago her ferret killed her bird (a rescue that had survived a leg amputation and a flight from Hawaii to come live with her). She sounded still heartbroken about it even now. It did make me feel better though to know that even the best and most knowledgeable of us can't always forsee things that may happen. It will still take a long time to forgive myself for this, though, if I ever can.
Thank you all again.
- I Love Lucy
I'm surprised that I'm handling this as well as I am now. I initially thought I could never stand to have pigs again and didn't know how I'd handle dealing with the ones we have now. I didn't think I could stand to come back to GL again to this thread or any other part of the forums. But something clicked in me the other night that "life has to go on, and I have to do the best I can do. I can't let this affect the other pigs that need me." I don't mean to make myself sound like a saint... I'm not. I will never forget that little pig's broken body for as long as I live, and I will never forget the fact that if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been there. But I can either let this stop me in my tracks or I can learn a lesson from it and go on. After talking to several people and having a few days to process it, I decided it has to be the latter. Otherwise what happened all happened for naught.
- I dissent.
Anyway, one evening my husband told me that he thought we had mice again because he had heard something running around in the kitchen. We were having issues with mice at the time, and I was so scared one might get into the cage with Misha, that I unthinkingly put out a snap trap to catch it. That night, after I had gone to bed, my husband woke me up crying and absolutely beside himself. To our horror, Misha had somehow escaped from her cage, and the "mouse" running around had been her. She was killed in the trap.
It took a very long time before I could stop blaming myself and accept that sometimes things happen despite our very best, most loving intentions.
Sending more hugs to you, chii.
I'm sorry for anyone in this situation, it could happen to anyone, sadly.
- I Love Lucy
I, of course, have not told her what happened. When she does get in touch with me, I don't know how I'll tell her, but I guess I'll have to. I know she'll ask how he is. I can't lie to her and let her believe he died of something that was possibly related to the bloat. That's the only reason I told the people at my work what happened despite my strong urge to just say that he was gone and that I didn't want to talk about it. But I did NOT want them to think for one minute that what we did didn't save his life. It did. And it may save others.
I'm so sorry, Sef, for Misha. My heart breaks for you and your husband. But again, you didn't know. You thought you were protecting her. We only do the best we can. We are humans, after all, and not able to see the future.