Post by neonquincy1217 on Jun 1, 2017 14:38:51 GMT
Thanks, Mikau. I'm glad I had a chance to share those pics... 'cause my worst fear for it came true...
{Spoiler: lengthy story}
Pippip died earlier today.
I'm more than sad right now. I'm devastated. I've always dreamt of raising a duckling to a full-grown duck. Unfortunately, maybe now's not the time...
So, the night before, there was a sudden thunderstorm, so it was really cold out. Earlier that day, apparently, crazy niece thought it's a good idea to bathe it twice.
The day after that, it's already wheezing. Crazy co-owner (aka my niece) thinks it's funny, until I told her it's serious cause that "funny wheezing" meant it's having trouble breathing.
Unfortunately, for me, it was work day so I can't watch over it the whole day. What I did then was to remind her what to do (make it drink warm water, keep it warm, make sure it eats, keep it warm, take it out to see the sun, keep it warm, make sure it gets its sleep, most especially KEEP IT WARM, etc.) cause darn it, if it was up to me I'd do all that and Pippip would be seeing a vet and taking medications in an instant. I came back home that night and the wheezing's still there. Turns out crazy co-owner did nothing all day but play. I can only do much and helped ease its pain a little before I turned in for the day.
Fast forward to tonight. I got off work early to make sure it's okay and whatnot. And what did I see?
An empty cage. Turns out little Pippip passed away and no one can give me any answers.
I wish I could've done better. I wish I was there to reprimand my obviously inexperienced co-owner. I wish I knew who to go to (it's hard finding a vet in the city who knows stuff about farm-dwelling animals... even harder if you know you don't have money to pay a vet at the first place). I wish I had time.
I don't know. I felt like everything was against me... the time, the circumstance, the environment, the lack of resources, the little girl who treated it like she would her toys. I'm more pissed off than sad, really. Because I knew I could but the little darling--that poor, lonely duckling--couldn't handle the countless times my co-owner touched it unsupervised, and it passed away. I'm just so... frustrated, I guess... I can't help but think it's partially my fault, like, did I do something wrong? Did I not remind crazy co-owner enough? All that energy wasted from the endless reminders I could have done myself if it wasn't for my job. T^T
Help me gawd, I want to stop internally whining about what could have been. Then again it feels like I am not in the right position to complain, since it's technically not mine at the first place... but still...
On the other hand, I feel... happy for it, I guess. It doesn't need to feel lonely anymore. It doesn't need to fall countless times. I only wish it could have at least grown to the point when it already got its feathers so it experienced the feeling of flying... but I guess it doesn't matter anymore...
I'll get another chance. I'll see the day I raise ducklings to ducks, just you wait... It's just, it'll never be the same. It'll never be Pippip. But I'll have the right resources, the right environment, the right time, and the right circumstances with OR WITHOUT the right co-owner.
Just you wait, darling duckling... I'll redeem myself...
...
...
Hug me. *sniffs* (TT^TT)
(R.I.P. dear Pippip. The Little Duckling that Could.)
Pippip died earlier today.
I'm more than sad right now. I'm devastated. I've always dreamt of raising a duckling to a full-grown duck. Unfortunately, maybe now's not the time...
So, the night before, there was a sudden thunderstorm, so it was really cold out. Earlier that day, apparently, crazy niece thought it's a good idea to bathe it twice.
The day after that, it's already wheezing. Crazy co-owner (aka my niece) thinks it's funny, until I told her it's serious cause that "funny wheezing" meant it's having trouble breathing.
Unfortunately, for me, it was work day so I can't watch over it the whole day. What I did then was to remind her what to do (make it drink warm water, keep it warm, make sure it eats, keep it warm, take it out to see the sun, keep it warm, make sure it gets its sleep, most especially KEEP IT WARM, etc.) cause darn it, if it was up to me I'd do all that and Pippip would be seeing a vet and taking medications in an instant. I came back home that night and the wheezing's still there. Turns out crazy co-owner did nothing all day but play. I can only do much and helped ease its pain a little before I turned in for the day.
Fast forward to tonight. I got off work early to make sure it's okay and whatnot. And what did I see?
An empty cage. Turns out little Pippip passed away and no one can give me any answers.
I wish I could've done better. I wish I was there to reprimand my obviously inexperienced co-owner. I wish I knew who to go to (it's hard finding a vet in the city who knows stuff about farm-dwelling animals... even harder if you know you don't have money to pay a vet at the first place). I wish I had time.
I don't know. I felt like everything was against me... the time, the circumstance, the environment, the lack of resources, the little girl who treated it like she would her toys. I'm more pissed off than sad, really. Because I knew I could but the little darling--that poor, lonely duckling--couldn't handle the countless times my co-owner touched it unsupervised, and it passed away. I'm just so... frustrated, I guess... I can't help but think it's partially my fault, like, did I do something wrong? Did I not remind crazy co-owner enough? All that energy wasted from the endless reminders I could have done myself if it wasn't for my job. T^T
Help me gawd, I want to stop internally whining about what could have been. Then again it feels like I am not in the right position to complain, since it's technically not mine at the first place... but still...
On the other hand, I feel... happy for it, I guess. It doesn't need to feel lonely anymore. It doesn't need to fall countless times. I only wish it could have at least grown to the point when it already got its feathers so it experienced the feeling of flying... but I guess it doesn't matter anymore...
I'll get another chance. I'll see the day I raise ducklings to ducks, just you wait... It's just, it'll never be the same. It'll never be Pippip. But I'll have the right resources, the right environment, the right time, and the right circumstances with OR WITHOUT the right co-owner.
Just you wait, darling duckling... I'll redeem myself...
...
...
Hug me. *sniffs* (TT^TT)
(R.I.P. dear Pippip. The Little Duckling that Could.)