Animals
It is with great sadness and tears streaming down my face that I write this post script. This morning we had to say goodbye to MoJo. He had another blockage, somewhere higher up in his urethra. I found him lying in his house this morning when I went out to do the morning chores. His back legs were stretched out and he was on his side...not the usual resting position. I ran up to get Becky to examine him and she determined that he was blocked again....and suffering much discomfort. He eventually came out of his house and tried over and over to urinate....with no success.
- Ups And Downs
Life on the farm is real life.Real life.And with it comes ups and downs.Luckily, the ups outweigh the downs...by a mile....maybe by a hundred miles. But still, an occasional day comes along where we suffer a loss.We shed tears.We wonder if there was something...
- The Long And Winding Road
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- Goodbye Sadie Pie
I sit here at the computer trying to find the right words.For once, they just won't come. You see, 9 years ago, we opened our hearts to this strange little girl.She was the smallest and shyest of her litter mates. Sadie, so tiny and so fluffy...so...
- Faqs
Some of you have read my blog from almost the beginning.....a few years ago. And some of you have joined the fun along the way. Quite often I get questions about Becky and "who" she is. Becky is Hubbs' younger sister. Becky, or Dr. Becky as I sometimes...
- Mojo Lost His Pizzle
Poor Mojo. He had quite a tough weekend. Saturday morning at morning feed time, Becky and I noticed that Mojo did not come out of his house for breakfast. This is quite unusual, but he has been out of sorts for the past week, ever since he was moved away...
Animals
Addendum to Previous Post
It is with great sadness and tears streaming down my face that I write this post script. This morning we had to say goodbye to MoJo. He had another blockage, somewhere higher up in his urethra. I found him lying in his house this morning when I went out to do the morning chores. His back legs were stretched out and he was on his side...not the usual resting position. I ran up to get Becky to examine him and she determined that he was blocked again....and suffering much discomfort. He eventually came out of his house and tried over and over to urinate....with no success.There is nothing more heartbreaking that having an animal in distress....looking to you for help....and not being able to relieve his suffering. Becky and I talked about all of the options....all of them being major abdominal surgery. Unfortunately, though, the end result will still be the same. For some reason, this little guy just is a stone maker. And at nine months of age, to have two bad incidents like this is not a good sign of things to come.
We made the incredibly hard decision to let him go...to euthanize him. Watching him suffer is heartbreaking. Putting him through surgery that he would not understand would cause even more suffering. And the sad thing is, it would not prevent further stones from occurring. The hard truth was.....no matter what we did now.....the outcome would eventually be the same.
Putting him down was very quick and quiet. He cried while Becky found a vein in his neck, but once a small bit of the pentobarbital was injected, he immediately fell asleep. A little more of the injection, and his breathing stopped.....a little more and his heartbeat ceased.
No more suffering, sweet Mojo. It is so hard to let you go, but harder to see you suffer.
I only pray that his time with Sissy and O'Malley yield offspring to carry on his sweet and gentle disposition.
There is a poem that my husband and I read on occasion....and is so appropriate for now....
Tis a Fearful Thing
It is a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, hope, dream:
to be--
to be,
And! to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
and
a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
'Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing,
to love
what death has touched.
--Anonymous
Here on the farm, we love our animals as part of our family. Losing them is hard. But to have had them and loved them is sweet joy....and what makes our lives full. And so, each time we open our hearts to another living being.....we know that eventually we will suffer the pain of loss. But the joy of loving makes life complete. It is the cycle of life....
- Ups And Downs
Life on the farm is real life.Real life.And with it comes ups and downs.Luckily, the ups outweigh the downs...by a mile....maybe by a hundred miles. But still, an occasional day comes along where we suffer a loss.We shed tears.We wonder if there was something...
- The Long And Winding Road
Almost 8 years ago I drove 5 ½ hours to pick up 15 pounds of fluffy love that would become one of the most beloved members of our extended family. Our Newfie Maddie, from the very beginning, was a different sort of dog.If she had had opposable...
- Goodbye Sadie Pie
I sit here at the computer trying to find the right words.For once, they just won't come. You see, 9 years ago, we opened our hearts to this strange little girl.She was the smallest and shyest of her litter mates. Sadie, so tiny and so fluffy...so...
- Faqs
Some of you have read my blog from almost the beginning.....a few years ago. And some of you have joined the fun along the way. Quite often I get questions about Becky and "who" she is. Becky is Hubbs' younger sister. Becky, or Dr. Becky as I sometimes...
- Mojo Lost His Pizzle
Poor Mojo. He had quite a tough weekend. Saturday morning at morning feed time, Becky and I noticed that Mojo did not come out of his house for breakfast. This is quite unusual, but he has been out of sorts for the past week, ever since he was moved away...