I’ve been going through some rough terrain of late… while affirming, always affirming, that all will turn out for the best.
But I hit a new low when my one of my little goosies became very sick. Geese are pretty tough, (as well as very companionable) but I feared for this little guy’s life as he rapidly faded yesterday.
I scurried off to my local Feed store (LJC – thank you for being there) and got antibiotics, which are put into the water. When I got home I gave Mr. Goose a nice warm bath in the big, deep laundry room sink, which, even though distressed to be away from his “family,” he seemed to take to, ducking his head into the water and trying to flap his wings (well, the sink is not that big).
Then I wrapped him up in a towel and held him and talked with him, and talked with his little goose angels, asking all for his recovery. Of course, Mr. Goose was not particularly interested in anything I had to say – he just wanted to be with his family.
I put the required amount of antibiotics in a pail of warm water, and, much to his dismay to be left alone, I left him in the warm laundry room for the night.
Oh what a night! He cried and cried all night long. It was a sleepless night for geese, cat, and animal care giver alike. If you’ve never heard a goose cry, you’ve never heard just about the saddest sound there is. I wanted to go talk with him all night, but I knew that would only upset him more when I didn’t take him back to the other geese.
About 4:30 a.m. he finally became quite. I didn’t know if this was good or the worst, but I still forestalled going to check on him, as, if he was sleeping (which I hoped and hoped was the case) I would only awaken him.
And we all needed our sleep.
I slept a bit, and then at 6:30 I couldn’t wait any longer. I went to the laundry room, bracing myself for perhaps the worst… cautiously opening the laundry room door….
“Honk!” he said. “Honk, honk, honk-honk-honk!”
Even with all the stressful crying most of the night, he had, miraculously, almost completely recovered….
Oh, happy day!
Yes, I still have all those other dreary concerns eating up my time and attention. But my companionable birdie is well, and life is good.
Health is a blessed commodity… and I wish it for all your creature companions… be they feathered, furred or finned!
(Stay tuned for a picture of my beautiful friends… I have a file here somewhere… shuffle, shuffle….)