It was a pretty stressful few hours today as it was time for our precious wee pup, Taiza to go to the vet to be neutered. We had affectionately named our local vet Doctor Death, tongue in cheek really as it seemed most times I took a pet to see him, I never came home with one. BunBuns (rabbit)was first, a tumour in his neck. Then it was the first of our three girls, Madam (Red Shaver chook), another tumour. The most traumatic for me was my precious 12 year old Queenie (British Short Hair cat). She went in for routine dental work but due to an undiagnosed infection, died on the table as she came out of anaesthetic. I cried like a baby for days.
So this morning we were terribly anxious, but we prayed, Taiza is young and his heart is strong. I perched him on my computer desk and took photos, just in case.
The good news though is Taiza came through the surgery without any drama and although feeling a little dozey on it and a little indignant, not a real bloke any more, he's fine. He's eaten and is just resting in front of the fire staying warm.
Autumn has well and truly arrived in Southbridge and we had our first frost this morning along with a foggy start. There are calves across the way and I just love the sound of hungry bovine when the farmer is feeding out. On top of that duck hunting season started on the weekend and before dawn, along with the rooster at a nearby farm, in the distance can be heard the call from the hides encouraging the ducks to their demise. We have a new small pond to put in for our own Three Amigos (Pekin Ducks) and it was my hope to encourage a few of their wild cousins down to protect them from the hunters but what I didn't know was that our own farmer had built a pond a few paddocks over from the house and was attracting them for his own fatal pleasures.
No comments:
Post a Comment