Lacey6116
05-31-2007, 04:07 AM
Hi everyone,
I have posted in another topic about the loss of the youngest bub from my girl Puff, but i just felt i had to put it properly in words. He/she was only 4 days old. Its Puff's first clutch and she had 4 babies so perhaps it was just too much for her to handle for the first time. After checking on him and seeing his crop empty, i brought him inside with me and began hand feeding and incubating. My hands shook so badly the first times i fed him. I was so scared i was going to hurt him. Then after a couple of feeds he would start calling to me to feed him ( i will never forget the sound). Together we had a sleepless night and one i wouldnt give back for the world. By morning his crop was full and he was warm so i thought i would put him back with mum and see how she went. I saw her feed him, but by lunch time it was time to bring him back inside. He did well through the afternoon, but sadly at 7.03pm he was gone. He was so little and so precious. I hope and pray that i did all i was humanly able to do and i know it my heart i did, but there is always a part of me that says "but what if you didnt go buy milk, maybe he needed you then".
The little guy taught me so much - how to be a fighter, how to be patient and how to hold on as long as you can and give it all you got. My poor baby just didnt have enough.
Thank you Stone for letting me part of your life. For letting me raise you for a time. For giving me the most amazing experience of seeing your crop fill from food i was feeding you. For letting me hear your cry for food. I love you.
I have posted in another topic about the loss of the youngest bub from my girl Puff, but i just felt i had to put it properly in words. He/she was only 4 days old. Its Puff's first clutch and she had 4 babies so perhaps it was just too much for her to handle for the first time. After checking on him and seeing his crop empty, i brought him inside with me and began hand feeding and incubating. My hands shook so badly the first times i fed him. I was so scared i was going to hurt him. Then after a couple of feeds he would start calling to me to feed him ( i will never forget the sound). Together we had a sleepless night and one i wouldnt give back for the world. By morning his crop was full and he was warm so i thought i would put him back with mum and see how she went. I saw her feed him, but by lunch time it was time to bring him back inside. He did well through the afternoon, but sadly at 7.03pm he was gone. He was so little and so precious. I hope and pray that i did all i was humanly able to do and i know it my heart i did, but there is always a part of me that says "but what if you didnt go buy milk, maybe he needed you then".
The little guy taught me so much - how to be a fighter, how to be patient and how to hold on as long as you can and give it all you got. My poor baby just didnt have enough.
Thank you Stone for letting me part of your life. For letting me raise you for a time. For giving me the most amazing experience of seeing your crop fill from food i was feeding you. For letting me hear your cry for food. I love you.