08/29/2026
I lost my life today, because they were told “No”.
Where do we make the change? Where do we say enough? Where do we say, “Let it be yes”?
If you shake the boat enough they’ll either pull my permit or make change. Which will it be for us? Because I’ll be damned if another fawn gets randomly dropped off at this rescue as a perfectly healthy orphan and I have to euthanize it. I will NEVER do that again. It haunts me. I put down an orphan fawn with a visual issue about a month ago at the direction of the state guidelines and it makes me sick to my core. It was likely an easy fix bacterial infection that could be cured with antibiotics. I broke the trust of one of my rehabbers who brought it here… I told her it had to come to the rescue and she could not keep it under the radar. I followed the rules… I videoed to send to them, to show proof of death.
It went against every value and moral fiber of my being. I did it, I’m ashamed, I’m still haunted by it. All because that’s what is mandated. I WILL NOT do it again.
This fawn died today… It makes me sick to my stomach. I, again, followed the rules and went against my gut. When I was told it died… I feel I need atonement. I did nothing. Because that is what is expected of me. I, again, am ashamed.
Do not bring a fawn to WRO because it WILL NOT be euthanized here and if the state wants it killed~ they can come do it theirselves. It will never be at my hand again.
I’ll be sure to video. 🙃
This is where I take my stand.
Goodnight. I can’t spend another minute thinking about it. It already haunts me in the waking world.
