So long Oisin
24 09 2005Well, after 9 days of battling long and hard, on both his behalf and all our behalf, little Oisin finally just wasn’t able to battle any more and unfortunately died this afternoon. It was almost inevitable despite all the work, he just wasn’t suckling, and was not putting on any weight or growing at all (he was more than half the size of his two sisters 9 days later).
Am so sorry. He will be in good company.
It’s always hard to lose a pet. Thankfully, this one had not had a lot of life experience, so there should be less emotional pain (although, when translated to humans, this can be even more tragic, in cases).
Over the years, I have had literally hundreds of pets - we used to supply hamsters and rats to local pet shops. A lot of those have died natural deaths in childhood as well. I remember a particular cat I used to call Shrimpy (he was the runt of the litter). He eventually died of cat flu before reaching his first birth-day.
I think possibly the most painful one was Patsy, though - a red setter who had the bad luck to stray onto the wrong road at the wrong time. I carried her half a mile home through very heavy rain and buried her in the back garden. She’ll be missed.
interesting picture….you can’t win ‘em all I guess…
They your pink socks??
So what if they are?!!?
hmm…makes sense
really?!
hey don’t get me wrong…I’m not prejudiced…each to their own