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10 Nov 2003
I'm contemplating having my chicken Onion put down tomorrow.
Three years ago I found her limping around at the ranch.
I tried antibiotics and aspirin, which sometimes helped with the diarrhea and the pain and inflamation.
This year she has been diagnosed with untreatable cancer of the kidney with no hope of cure.
She is skin and bones, but she gets more than enough to eat every day.
She doesn't show much interest in food or getting out of the cage.
I put her in the yard today, and she just walked back to the cage, twice.
She limps around because her swollen kidney puts pressure on
the nerve that supplies the leg.
She lies down with her beak touching the ground, very sickly.
Yet she is calm and her plumage is shiny. She is bright eyed and alert.
I know she is sick. I know what I must do. But I am afraid
to do it.
This is a real ethical issue that I'm struggling with.
If I don't have her pts she continues to deteriorate.
If I do have her pts I'm deciding her fate for her.
No matter what course of action I take, I am playing God.

My animal experiences as of late have been unpleasant.
I have lost 5 horses, one chicken, and four cats over the last year and a half.
4 of my own pets I had to pts due to illness and injury.
2 died from poor decisions I've made handling them.
My capacity for making decisions based on animal welfare is limited right now because I am unable to think about animals
due to all the heartache I have suffered.
That is why I am calling on my friends here for a clear point of view regarding Onion's best interests.
I cannot do this alone. I need you. Please help me decide how to help my baby.
Kiwi and Onion '01
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16 Oct 2003
My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw the skinniest, dirtiest, most neglected horse I'd ever imagined in my life.
When Scott came to me in March 1999, I was only too eager to
help him. He must've been in his late 40s, a very impressive record for a horse.
Especially one whose life I found out later was a sad story.
He'd gone from hand to hand, abandoned, starved, and neglected over and over again. But February 1999 was the last
month he would ever be neglected again. I fed him, showered him with love and attention.
Brushed him, treated his infections and his numerous infestations (you don't want to know).
Finally, six months down the road, he could ride with the best of them. He had the smoothest gait
and the best attitude of any horse I'd ever known. He loved going for rides, he would
hang his head if you took the others out for a walk without him.
We fell completely in love, both of us knew that we depended on each other. That we came into each other's lives to help
make them better. And we made good on it.
I went out and got my first job to feed him. He put on weight and learned what it meant to have a real owner.
He learned the true meaning of love, and I learned the true meaning of life at the time. To help others.
I made a promise on March 17 1999, that I would never let him starve again.
That promise was fulfilled when I finally decided on September 22 2002 to let him go.
His pain was so intense that he couldn't get up in the morning, he ached so much he could not stand still without
shifting his weight. His appetite decreased and his spirits dampened.
I knew I only had a little time left, so I spent the last hour brushing, cuddling, hugging, and giving him treats that
he was never allowed to have because his teeth were so bad
that he usually choked on them. But that was not a problem this time.
The needle had already been inserted, and in a few moments he
crashed to the ground, along with my heart.
That was the emptiest night of my life. I found myself angry
Angry at god for taking my boy away from me, angry at Scott for leaving me, angry at myself for having not spent
more time with him when he was alive...the whole shebang.
I never was prepared for the toll that decision would take on
my health. I heard someone mention taking Xanax on this board, well I had to take digitalis.
I've had massive, uncontrollable panic attacks ever since he left me. Thought I was having a heart attack (at
my age it's kinda silly, but you never know). I have had other
deaths in my life, such as Taurus back in 1995 which nearly destroyed me.
But the loss of Scott was a threat to my life. I couldn't breathe, he was everything to me.
But now I realize one thing about Scott's life that made it possible for us to meet was that
Even though things were bad, he still kept hoping for the day when someone would save him. Set him free from his pain.
I still cry day and night if I think about him.
But I realize that it was meant to be, it has made me better
because of it, I have grown so much.
I can move on now, it has been a year, it is time to start living again. Because that's what Scott would have wanted.
And so I stuff myself at lunchtime whenever I feel really hungry, because I will always commemorate Scott's new life
"May you never go hungry again"

In loving memory of Scotty-
aka Poor Starving Boy
16 Oct 2003
If at first you don't succeed...
My vet told me that my chicken had cancer of the kidney and there is nothing that can be done about it. It is causing her great discomfort so I have sought out other means of treatment for her, such as homeopathic treatments, herbal remedies, and holistic approaches. I'm not going to stop until my baby can walk without a limp.
22 Sep 2003
I ask you all to have a big feast today Sept 22, 2003, in honor of my horse Scotty, who passed away a year ago today. He was skin and bones when he came to me. I promised him he would never starve again. So please join me for a hearty meal, and raise a glass for Scott. May he never go hungry again.

I love you Scott. I made it honey, one whole year without you. It seems like it was yesterday. Yet it seems like an eternity. I have accepted your passing and will go on in honor of your memory. You made my life more meaningful than ever before. I love you...I love you...love you
25 Aug 2003
Scott's 1 year anniversary since he departed this life is coming up on September 22nd. Now that the ranch is faced with closing next year, I'm thinking this is my last chance to visit his final resting place.
Is this a good idea or am I just dwelling on a past that I need to move on from? Please take the poll and help me out. unsure.gif
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