MT, the wee black duck, came into rescue with his best pal Sweet Pea the goat. Clearly these two had a very solid relationship.
This morning I came out to the barn and found MT laying down in a doorway. I walked over and he didn’t get up, but quacked at me like he greets me every morning. I smiled, and then frowned, when I saw his back leg.
Sometime in the last few hours MT was injured. His right back leg was unusable. I picked up MT gave him a cuddle and put him in a stall by himself with food and fresh water. He was thrilled and played in the water while gobbling up all the food.
I called the vet and made appointment to bring MT in for an assessment. Little did I know his injuries would be fatal.
I was smiles when I walked in and tears when I walked out. MT’s injury was too extensive to heal and his prognosis was not good.
I cuddled MT as I watched the light leave his eyes. I cried on his weatherproof feathers and then felt silly when I saw both vets watching me quietly.
“I know its just a duck, but…. he was a really nice duck.”
Dr. Marissa at Dunnville Vet Clinic gave me a hug and I took MT to the car to collect myself. I was starting to sob.
I stood by the car and cried over this silly duck. He really was a silly duck too. He would follow me around while I cleaned stalls and ate grain right from my hand. He talked to me when I was in the barn and his lovely quacks will be sorely missed.
I’m sad, but grateful we did not let MT suffer. Maybe you can finally learn to fly MT. Our hearts are with you.