My Baby Boy Options

[Starlight]

I have been reading the forum for a while, but haven’t posted yet. It’s been just over 2 months since my baby boy was killed, and I’m afraid it isn’t getting any easier. I’ve been trying hard to cope, but seriously it isn’t working.

My beautiful little dog was killed by a poison bait. I’d had him since he was 9 weeks old, and he would have been 8 years old on his next birthday. We rushed him to the vet as soon as we realised something was wrong, but it was too late. He went into awful convulsions in my arms on the way, and was unconscious by the time we got there.

It was an agonizing end for a happy, brave and loving little boy. No animal should ever die that way, and this little boy was my best friend, and the light of my life. If only I’d been more careful and had him on a lead it probably wouldn’t have happened.

I keep going over and over it in my mind, and I can’t stop crying. Please help me.

[Starlight]

Thank you for your words of comfort and support Moon_beam.

I live in Australia, and here cattlemen are allowed to use 1080 poison baits for dingos and wild dogs. They sometimes use aerial baits, thrown out of helicopters and planes, and this was probably one that was accidentally thrown in the wrong place. It’s a terrible poison, for which there is no antidote, and it is banned in most other countries.

It happened while we were on a holiday in a campground and picnic area, and it could just have just as easily been picked up by a small child. I have reported it to the authorities, who have said they will investigate, and take steps to stop it happening again, but it is too late for my baby.

He was the most wonderful little chap. He was always happy, and loved to go to new places, have adventures, and meet people. He visited patients at our local hospital, and loved doing agility too. Here is a link to a picture of him at the beach:

My baby boy

It’s almost impossible to think that I will never see his smiling face again. He slept in our bed every night, and was always cuddled up to me. There was never a little boy who was more cherished and loved. I can still feel him in my arms, on my lap, and hugged up against me. I miss him desperately. And when I think of his last dreadful moments I start to shake.

I keep going over and over his last day in my mind, and I don’t know what to do.

Starlight