Emmy

I have no advice, although a lot of good advice has been offered... i just wanted to give you my admiration for telling your sister how you feel... I have some pretty sorry family, and I could never speak up, even on paper. Bravo!

Hoho is free to run in a fenced in part of our yard... it was our own dog who attacked Trisha, i'm ashamed to say, but she's being taken to the pound. (She killed three chickens as well.... she's not a fit farm dog.) I never would have expected anything like this.... those geese sent grown coytes(sp?) running yelping for their lives... they were tough... they trusted our dogs... and i suppose that was her fatal mistake. But Bonnie (the killer) is being taken away, and the other outside dog will now be an inside. (she's a black lab.... and she's very housebroken and old... she's not just being taken in ebcause of this, but because its best for her.) Yes, domestic geese mate for life, but Trish and Hoho weren't mates, they weren't even a year odl yet... they look fully grown, but aren't old enough to mate.... they were incubatormates.... together since birth. I hate Bonnie, but I have decided to write her a good profile sheet despite that.... she's good with kids, maybe she needs to be in a city home, far from smaller animals. I'm hurting pretty bad.... i have bipolar disorder, and leaving Hohohenheim safely enclosed in our bathroom for two hours today while we took my aunt to the doctor made me burst into tears in a resturaunt.... Thank god thanksgiving is being held at our hosue this year.... i won't have to leave for the holiday... i'm gonna try and convince my mom to let me lock hoho in the bathroom everytime we leave until he has some more geese around. (They fight best in packs... you should have seen the two of them chasing off wild dogs.... they were fierce...) Thank you so much for caring enough to reply... I think my mom's pretty sick of my constant crying by now... I had a breakdown when i found a dead rabbit today. (Natural causes and not a pet.... but it still freaked me out pretty bad, especially after finding the dead chickens.)

No need to worry about costs now... Trisha died a couple hours ago.... my poor baby held on as long as she could... her fight just had to end.

Hopefully tomorrow... no vets are open today... But mom says we may not be able to afford treatment... thankfully, she seems to be breathing without trouble, so maybe her lung isn't as bad.... i'm praying for it to just require a neck splint and some stitches.

I appreciate that. Update, Hoho, my male, got to stay inside all night because the dogs who attacked Trish got out again, and spent the night waking me up with crying everytime I tried to go to sleep, so i lept for two hours, and he didn't sleep at all... She's still alive! We were sure she had died, but she tried to stand up, broken neck and all! Mom says we can try and get her a vet.... even if its just to tell us she's gonna die, and.... you know. I actually hoped she'd die durring the night, I just can't imagine how she couldn't be in pain, but Mom says she isn't, that if she was she's be more stressed and not let us look at the wound. I'm scared to go into the bathroom and see her in this state, I'm trying so hard to remember her as the onery thing that used to chase people (especially electricians) out of ouf backyard, honking and flapping like a little imp.

The loss of a "Unusual" pet is strange, because the same people who would cry with you if it was a dog or a cat, seem to think a guinea pig is replaceable, while everyone who has loved one knows they are just as secial and loved as any animal. It may sound stupid, but try vegging. Find a comedy on the tv, or a great book that makes you giggle, and try having a really hard laughing fit... laughing is hard when you're hurting, but it can help.... and don't be afarid to cry, or write out just how you feel about it. Every animal leaves its mark on our heart, and somehow, the pain of lossing them isn't enough to make us regret having the joy of their company. I hope you feel better soon. But don't feel that there's any limit on your grieving time.

That's a great solution. I'll add your poor foundling to my prayer list that he find a great home, if he has that good a personality, then someone will fall utterly in love. I'm so sorry about you kitties. I hope things go well for you, i don't knwo you, but reading about your sittuation with your pervious cats lets me know you must be a very good person. Godbless.

Maybe it seems like a goose's death isn't very significant... but she is so important to me... I raised her and her incubatormate Hohenheim from six hours old.... they were barely dry from the egg when I got them. They've been together since they hatched! They are wonderful companions, close to each other, and close to my mom and I, we lost my stepdad a month ago... and now... I came home an hour or two ago, and went otuside to call them and offer my "i'm home" luvvin's I could hear Hoho call to me, and yet he didn't come running, but didn;t hear trisha... so i went looking, and she ws all crumpled ner her tank.... i was sure she was dead but my mom went and picked her up and she honked a little. Her neck is broken and her lung is shreaded... i could kill that damn dog that attacked her.... its going to the pound in the morning. But Hoho is alive and unharmed, and in the backyard calling her desprately.... i know my birds, and he is frantic! I need to get him a new companion to keep him company... but I feel like a traitor for planning on a new goose when Trish isn't even dead yet! I just feel so helpless.... she's dying, and yet all I can think to pray is "please God, let her dies painlessly.... don't let my baby suffer... She's in our bathtub, wrapped in a blanket, and I pray by morning she'll be gone... God loves animals.... he has to, right? I mean, he made them, and if he can love men, surely he can love a sweet, innocent creature like my goose.... all she ever did was bring my mom and me joy and love (and the occasional fanny-nip...) I just feel so helpless.... I have no idea how to protect my remaining baby.... they've been so precious to me for the past year... I just don't know what to do.