Lingling
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As if my midterms and insomnia haven't been stressful enough this week, tonight I was called home to find Ling-Ling in a pool of blood, limbs dangling, unable to walk at all. He had somehow found a way down from his free range and walked across the rat's cage... the rat got him through the bars. He never has wandered before this week, and even so, I though I'd covered all my bases to keep him safe. On my rush home from school, I called every vet in the area and finally found one that could take him immediately. He was still conscious when I got home, so I scooped the poor guy up and ran out the door with mapquest directions in hand, knowing that even if he made it to the vet, there would probably be little they could do, except help him pass quickly and with less pain.
One of his legs was severed, another would have to be amputated, and he had broken bones in another. He had some serious fight left in him, but the vet said that even with successful surgeries and intense antibiotics, he would only be left with two legs if he made it out alive. Trying to save him would have been cruel, so I spent $100 to euthanize my buddy. So I'll be going out tomorrow morning to burry him...
I feel absolutely horrible. I thought I'd covered all my bases with the "cham-proofing", but apparently not well enough.
One of his legs was severed, another would have to be amputated, and he had broken bones in another. He had some serious fight left in him, but the vet said that even with successful surgeries and intense antibiotics, he would only be left with two legs if he made it out alive. Trying to save him would have been cruel, so I spent $100 to euthanize my buddy. So I'll be going out tomorrow morning to burry him...
I feel absolutely horrible. I thought I'd covered all my bases with the "cham-proofing", but apparently not well enough.