Thanks, @sircork!
Yeah, me too. They've brought me through some very dark times.
We did go through a period like you described, though, when we were losing one animal after another, and it was seriously depressing. I got to a point that I was wondering whether this place was cursed, and whether we should just sell it and cut our losses. It was that bad.
We kept finding skulls; a horse, a coyote, a skeletized deer carcass; it seemed like this was the place where things came to die.
And, with the possible exception of a Muscovy duck that literally flew the coop, and I never found any sign of her, we didn't lose any animals to predators; most of them just lay down and died.
In the space of just over two years, we lost two Dominique chickens, two French angora rabbits, three Guinea pigs, three goats, three cats, and an untold number of fish.
The last two cats, Miod and Edit, both of which died young, and our baby goat, Vortex, all of whom I was strongly bonded to, just about did me in.
Vortex especially, since he literally died trying to get to me, accidentally hanging himself by his back hoof when he jumped the barn fence, which fifty feet further on he could have simply walked around. Damn. Our front yard is a graveyard.
Thankfully I've come to terms with it all, and if nothing else, it has made me even more effective at grief counseling, which I keep being called to by the people in my life. I've written a lot about these events in the past. Everything for a reason, I suppose.
Thanks, @sircork!
Yeah, me too. They've brought me through some very dark times.
We did go through a period like you described, though, when we were losing one animal after another, and it was seriously depressing. I got to a point that I was wondering whether this place was cursed, and whether we should just sell it and cut our losses. It was that bad.
We kept finding skulls; a horse, a coyote, a skeletized deer carcass; it seemed like this was the place where things came to die.
And, with the possible exception of a Muscovy duck that literally flew the coop, and I never found any sign of her, we didn't lose any animals to predators; most of them just lay down and died.
In the space of just over two years, we lost two Dominique chickens, two French angora rabbits, three Guinea pigs, three goats, three cats, and an untold number of fish.
The last two cats, Miod and Edit, both of which died young, and our baby goat, Vortex, all of whom I was strongly bonded to, just about did me in.
Vortex especially, since he literally died trying to get to me, accidentally hanging himself by his back hoof when he jumped the barn fence, which fifty feet further on he could have simply walked around. Damn. Our front yard is a graveyard.
Thankfully I've come to terms with it all, and if nothing else, it has made me even more effective at grief counseling, which I keep being called to by the people in my life. I've written a lot about these events in the past. Everything for a reason, I suppose.
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Jeez, just reread that and realized for real how depressing it all sounds.
Sorry if it brought you down, @sircork. Never my intention.
No, but for some reason, gina didnt tell me it was here. Now Imma cry.
Damn. Should have kept my mouth shut. ;-(
Nah, its alright, I'm busy managing an unruly crowd in a discord, waiting on an event that is running late. No time for crying in the steem game.