Hello everyone, I figured I would post here in hoped of finding others who have experience with ducks to share how I feel and hopefully find some comfort. I apologize ahead of time for any errors I may make while typing this, it is just very hard to type. I came outside yesterday morning to find that my two Pekins had been attacked by raccoons. One was missing out of the enclosure, and one was dead on the ground. The raccoons had dug a hole underneath and drug them through it. I can't get over the pain of losing them and I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. I've had them for under a year, but I've raised them since they were little babies (I called them my cotton balls), and spent hours with them every single day. They both had their own goofy little personalities. After months of trying to figure it out, Honey ended up being a boy, and he was very protective of my other baby, Sweetie. I keep thinking of all the crazy and goofy things they did that put a smile on my face, but then those thoughts hit me so hard because I realize that we will never share those moments again. Sweetie was a bit smaller, so she was able to fly about 6 feet in the air with Honey running behind her flapping his wings on the ground because he was too big to actually fly. We would go sit out by their favorite tree every single day and they would nibble on the grass or nip at my shirt every once in a while, running at me for safety any time a little bird would fly nearby. What hurts the most is that they ran to me when they were scared to protect them, and the one time they really needed me I let them down. I picture them in their last moments screaming for me to help and I was inside. It hurts so bad that I wasn't there. I don't know anyone else who owns ducks, so everyone else just seems to think of them as JUST birds, but they were my little sweethearts and I don't know how to move past this. I sit outside by their favorite tree waiting for them to show up but they never do. I just don't know what to do.