FluffTheDuck
Duck love is recognizable in any language
I have something to announce. I was making dinner, and while it was cooking decided to look at the incubating eggs. The temp was fine, same with the humidity. Earlier in the day the babies had their first bath in the sink. So anywho, I got back to my cooking. I served it to myself and ate it, then went to go clean out the brooder. My Smokey was drinking food and I noticed their water was a little dirty so I went to go change it when I noticed cute little Daffy way sleeping 
now usually when I put my hand in there they are go “CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” And run away as soon as possible, but this time Daffy didn’t. Her neck was in the average sleeping stage, so I wasn’t too worried. I picked her up, just to make sure she was okay. She was as stiff as a rock. I immediately started crying. I’m such a bad grandmother. I can’t believe this. But, sadly enough, when comes animals follows death, and I think I haven’t realized that yet, even after this. I can’t even think. This is too much for me. My little heart has broken, and I think I’m going crazy.
Has this really happened?
Is this a dream?
No. It’s reality.
R.I.P
Daffy,
3/28/19(?)-4/2/19
I will dearly miss her.
But you know who misses her more?
Smokey. Her best friend ever, and they were only friends for 2 weeks. She is cheeping so loud, I know Smokey will have to live with this heartbreaking news as long as she lives.
Why has God done this? Nobody knows, but all I know is that, that little daffy, is playing “upstairs”.
We will miss you dearly, Daffy.
God bless your life you had on this earth.
Thanks god, for giving her this life.
The latest photo I’ve gotten
of them, which was yesterday.
Prays for me, that during the night my lungs don’t shatter from crying too much.
(But please, pray for me. I know that my lungs won’t shatter but that’s what it feels like, and that’s what it seems like is going to happen.)
Y’all pray for little Smokey too, that she will live a long, happy life with the others.
Hopefully some softies (or everybody) like me will understand this relationship I had with Daffy and Smokey, and let us mourn over this.
Sorry you had to hear this, guys. I know you guys loved (or hated) waiting for these little babies to arrive.
At least I have Smokey still. Hopefully she won’t get too wet from my tears from me crying with her on my lap for hours (not kidding, you probably don’t want to imagine me over a funeral of a loved one)
Best wishes,
Kya.
now usually when I put my hand in there they are go “CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” And run away as soon as possible, but this time Daffy didn’t. Her neck was in the average sleeping stage, so I wasn’t too worried. I picked her up, just to make sure she was okay. She was as stiff as a rock. I immediately started crying. I’m such a bad grandmother. I can’t believe this. But, sadly enough, when comes animals follows death, and I think I haven’t realized that yet, even after this. I can’t even think. This is too much for me. My little heart has broken, and I think I’m going crazy.Has this really happened?
Is this a dream?
No. It’s reality.
R.I.P
Daffy,
3/28/19(?)-4/2/19
I will dearly miss her.
But you know who misses her more?
Smokey. Her best friend ever, and they were only friends for 2 weeks. She is cheeping so loud, I know Smokey will have to live with this heartbreaking news as long as she lives.
Why has God done this? Nobody knows, but all I know is that, that little daffy, is playing “upstairs”.
We will miss you dearly, Daffy.
God bless your life you had on this earth.
Thanks god, for giving her this life.
The latest photo I’ve gotten
of them, which was yesterday.
Prays for me, that during the night my lungs don’t shatter from crying too much.
(But please, pray for me. I know that my lungs won’t shatter but that’s what it feels like, and that’s what it seems like is going to happen.)
Y’all pray for little Smokey too, that she will live a long, happy life with the others.
Hopefully some softies (or everybody) like me will understand this relationship I had with Daffy and Smokey, and let us mourn over this.
Sorry you had to hear this, guys. I know you guys loved (or hated) waiting for these little babies to arrive.
At least I have Smokey still. Hopefully she won’t get too wet from my tears from me crying with her on my lap for hours (not kidding, you probably don’t want to imagine me over a funeral of a loved one)
Best wishes,
Kya.
Will you be getting Smokey another friend?
Daffy, I’m sure, had a good life with you. I’m sure it was nothing you did. 
). It’s to continue my saga of duck names starting with F 
About how old are they?
