
28/07/2025
I always debate what to share, what to keep to myself, what's most valuable for education. People ask why I do this and while pulling off a difficult save gives me a definite dopamine boost, I also love teaching people about animals, about nature, about this work. I try not to over post, I'm not a monetized page, I'm not plastering my donation info on three posts a day, that's not the page I want to run.
The reality is, half of this work is watching animals die, finding them dead, or helping them die. Half is not an exaggeration and because I take more difficult patients I have a higher loss rate.
I don't want to be doom and gloom, and a downer, not too much because there's enough of that everywhere all of the time.
But it's about balance, so I'm going to share this part with you.
I got Big Mama on Friday, apparently hit by a car, her recently weaned 14 week old babies kept hopping in and out of the box the finders contained her in. On intake (there's a video) she had a palpable pelvic fracture BUT no other presenting injuries and was alert and so forth. She seemed better yesterday and I planned to work with her until her function recovered enough to go back to her babies.
I had also traded three baby reds to Paige for three pinky greys.
Yesterday, two of the pinky greys died, unexpectedly, within three hours of each other.
Today, Big Mama began to decline, slowly but surely. About two hours ago I euthanized her, and after she was gone I did a more thorough exam to see if there were notable internal injuries. I didn't feel anything else injured....but I did feel babies.
She was pregnant. She lost her weaned babies, her unborn babies, and her life, all in a split second of being in the wrong part of the road at the wrong moment.
So tonight I buried her, with the two pinkies. Forever a Mama. 💗🐿️💔🐿️