Jupiter :(

[Miss Lydia]

I know how you feel, I still cry at night wishing I could've saved the lives of my goslings. I loved dearly, your not alone. I'm literally crying as I write this...

What happened ducky? so sorry

 

[313759]

What happened ducky? so sorry

I had two Canada goslings, I was so attached to them and them to me. They were like my best buds. Literally they would sit in my lap and nibble my fingers. It came the time where they were old enough to go outside, everything was good until one day I call their name and hear no peeping of joy. I look in the pen and they were gone I called their name walked around. Then I lifted a crate and found them dead behind it with bite marks on their heads and neck. I was devastated. I mean, how do you not feel horrible when you feel that you failed in protecting them! I was their kind of step mother. I hatched them myself... it might seem pathetic to still cry about the death of two goslings that happened over 3 months ago. But sometimes I can't help but remember them...

 

[EvenLater]

It's more than normal to still be upset, it's natural. I had to help my scarlet Macaw over the Bridge in 2007 and I STILL cry and get a lump in my throat when I watch videos of her or talk about her. I don't think we ever really get over a loss like a critter we're attached to. I think we just learn to cope... gradually. Hugs

 

[Miss Lydia]

I had two Canada goslings, I was so attached to them and them to me. They were like my best buds. Literally they would sit in my lap and nibble my fingers. It came the time where they were old enough to go outside, everything was good until one day I call their name and hear no peeping of joy. I look in the pen and they were gone I called their name walked around. Then I lifted a crate and found them dead behind it with bite marks on their heads and neck. I was devastated. I mean, how do you not feel horrible when you feel that you failed in protecting them! I was their kind of step mother. I hatched them myself...

it might seem pathetic to still cry about the death of two goslings that happened over 3 months ago. But sometimes I can't help but remember them...

I'm so sorry to hear about your goslings.

 

[Skyfire]

I mean, how do you not feel horrible when you feel that you failed in protecting them! I was their kind of step mother. I hatched them myself...

it might seem pathetic to still cry about the death of two goslings that happened over 3 months ago. But sometimes I can't help but remember them...

When I was just shy of turning five years old, my mother and I found a baby kitten hiding underneath my step father's car. It was mewing and looked scared. My mother was able to coax it out from under the car. She took the kitten inside and we played with it. The kitten was instantly attached to me. That night, my mother made a little cardboard bed for the kitten to sleep in. The kitten cried and cried until my mother finally got up & brought the kitten to my bed. As soon as she plopped the kitten down, it snuggled up to me and fell asleep. When I rolled to the other side of the bed, the kitten would follow me. Over the next two weeks, she became my best pal. One morning, my step father said to me as he scooped up the kitten, "Say goodbye to the cat. I'm giving her to another little girl." He smiled a big toothy smile as he said this to me, as I was fighting back my tears. As he walked out the door, the kitten was looking at me, crying for me. When the door shut, I couldn't hold it in any longer. The shock of having her taken away just like that, overwhelmed me. I thought he took my kitten away to give to another little girl, because I wasn't good enough to have her. I didn't deserve to have her.

Losing Jupiter brought me back to that same place emotionally. I did not see this coming, not by a long shot. She died of hardware disease which is preventable. I also feel I failed my little Jupiter. Despite my efforts to provide a safe environment, she swallowed a long thin piece of metal that ended up lodging into and piercing her intestinal wall. When I first held her, I promised to keep her safe always. It pains me to no end that I did not live up to that promise.

I miss feeling the softness of her feathers against my skin.
I miss the way she sounded like a balloon slowly leaking air when she was sleepy.
I miss watching her do the chicken dance.
I miss the way she would ensure her voice was several decibels higher than the TV.
I miss seeing her feathers all over the yard.
I miss her comical antics, how she would simultaneously yell at me while eating her thawed peas floating in water.
I miss our daily naps. Once Jupiter was six weeks old, she didn't like being cuddled much. She did, however, insist I nap when she naps, and she always had to sit right up against me. Though I wished so very much she liked cuddling, I respected that she didn't, and was content to feel her warmth as we napped.
I miss the way she would bury her face in my hair as I fastened her diaper harness.
I miss her 5:30am greetings. As soon as I would open the laundry room door, Jupiter would be bowing her head in excitement hollering, "YADAYADAYADAYADA!!"
I miss my little shadow. The vet confirmed before she died, Jupiter was indeed female. She was my little Miss Jupiter who ruled the moons and the stars.

It's more than normal to still be upset, it's natural. I had to help my scarlet Macaw over the Bridge in 2007 and I STILL cry and get a lump in my throat when I watch videos of her or talk about her. I don't think we ever really get over a loss like a critter we're attached to. I think we just learn to cope... gradually. Hugs

Learning to cope. How true those words ring. We were planning on selling our place and moving out to the country early next year. We decided to move this summer because of Jupiter. We each become attuned to our individual pet's needs. I sensed Jupiter would want to be a momma herself some day. After experiencing for myself how fulfilling being a goose mother is, how could I deny Jupiter having the same? I had already made the decision she would get at least one baby gosling of her very own next spring. Any property we consider either had to have a pond or we'd be able to dig our own without too much hassle. We were making all these life changing decisions out of love for our goose. For being prey animals, they wield such power over our hearts.

We decided to press forward with our plans. We painted most of the house and had new carpet installed this weekend. All we have left to do are some finishing touches and our listing goes live. The house is so quiet without her. Every corner, every room, I find a feather. Every feather is a memory. Every memory leads to tears and more pain. This whole house feels like a graveyard. I cannot wait to leave this place.

My husband said when we get our new place, we will plant a young tree, with Jupiter's remains under its roots. It is a nice vision, but not the one I had. In my vision of our country home, we are old, sitting on the porch swing watching a pond full of geese. Sitting next to us is Jupiter. She is old too. Her children and grandchildren are on the pond. I wipe away a tear wondering if she remembers a time when I was her goose momma. That's the kind of tears I hoped to have. That's the dream I wanted to have. Now, that dream is ashes in a small wooden urn.

I'm trying hard to look forward. I keep my mind busy by learning all I can about homesteading and pond building. I know geese will be a part of my life in the future. I'm just unsure in what capacity. Despite all the hard work and time investment into taming, I loved being a goose momma. It's such a special, unique relationship. Part of me wants to try this again. Caring for Jupiter was a rewarding experience, and fulfilled a part of me that was missing. Jupiter was our first. She was our first pet my husband and I have had since we met. She was the first bird pet for both of us. She was one of a kind. I fear if I do this again, a new goose will only serve as a reminder of how much I miss Jupiter. I fear if I do this again and the same thing happens, I will not be able to withstand the pain. I cannot go through this kind of heart ache again. I've always been a one-pet-at-a-time kind of woman. Now, I understand the inherent danger in that. Going from full time care giving for a demanding needy companion to nothing.........I think that is the worst. With Jupiter, the hours were like minutes. Today, minutes are like hours. I miss her terribly.

Maybe the new pond will be the future home of new goslings. Maybe it will be reserved only for wild birds. If we decide to adopt baby geese next spring, I will likely get at least two. All the advice to get another gosling has finally sunk in, but it is not for the sake of the goose. It is for me. It is this human who is suffering a broken lonely heart.

Eve, your tribute to my baby is beautiful. As are you Thank you for the kind words expressed by everyone here. I know most here understand and empathize with loving and losing a goose companion.

 

[EvenLater]

I feel the same way Sky. Jellybean was my first pet and my first bird. After she was gone my home and heart were empty. I'd find her lovely rainbow feathers everywhere and each one was a terrible and painful reminder. I was sure I'd failed her.

My hub saved all those feathers when i could not. He tied them in a boquet of rainbow beauty. I still have it. She'll always be my first nothing can ever change that. I'll always miss her. What made it even harder was that she spoke. So i not only missed her but I missed her human like conversations and childlike laugher. Her comical presence in our home was missed by all. We all missed how she laughed at t.v. commercials and how she'd so clearly sing somewhere over the rainbow every morning over our coffee and how she'd beg at the drive thru window for her fryfries.

A few days ago Cas had a poop with a few drops of blood and i lost my mind. I really did. I was sure he was going to die and i lost it. He's just fine mind u but i immediately thought he was gone and my heart broke. It took several days of him being "ok" for me to relax even a little. Honestly i still worry. If he gets too quiet I'm right there making sure he's breathing. These critters really have a way of getting in our hearts and staying there

 

[Frindizzle]

I'm so sorry for your loss. It's always so hard.

May Jupiter Rest In Peace.

 

[313759]

When I was just shy of turning five years old, my mother and I found a baby kitten hiding underneath my step father's car.  It was mewing and looked scared.  My mother was able to coax it out from under the car.  She took the kitten inside and we played with it.  The kitten was instantly attached to me.  That night, my mother made a little cardboard bed for the kitten to sleep in.  The kitten cried and cried until my mother finally got up & brought the kitten to my bed.  As soon as she plopped the kitten down, it snuggled up to me and fell asleep.  When I rolled to the other side of the bed, the kitten would follow me.  Over the next two weeks, she became my best pal.  One morning, my step father said to me as he scooped up the kitten, "Say goodbye to the cat.  I'm giving her to another little girl."  He smiled a big toothy smile as he said this to me, as I was fighting back my tears.  As he walked out the door, the kitten was looking at me, crying for me.  When the door shut, I couldn't hold it in any longer.  The shock of having her taken away just like that, overwhelmed me.  I thought he took my kitten away to give to another little girl, because I wasn't good enough to have her.  I didn't deserve to have her. 

Losing Jupiter brought me back to that same place emotionally.  I did not see this coming, not by a long shot.  She died of hardware disease which is preventable.  I also feel I failed my little Jupiter.  Despite my efforts to provide a safe environment, she swallowed a long thin piece of metal that ended up lodging into and piercing her intestinal wall.  When I first held her, I promised to keep her safe always.  It pains me to no end that I did not live up to that promise. 

I miss feeling the softness of her feathers against my skin.
I miss the way she sounded like a balloon slowly leaking air when she was sleepy.
I miss watching her do the chicken dance.
I miss the way she would ensure her voice was several decibels higher than the TV.
I miss seeing her feathers all over the yard.
I miss her comical antics, how she would simultaneously yell at me while eating her thawed peas floating in water. 
I miss our daily naps.  Once Jupiter was six weeks old, she didn't like being cuddled much.  She did, however, insist I nap when she naps, and she always had to sit right up against me.  Though I wished so very much she liked cuddling, I respected that she didn't, and was content to feel her warmth as we napped.
I miss the way she would bury her face in my hair as I fastened her diaper harness.
I miss her 5:30am greetings.  As soon as I would open the laundry room door, Jupiter would be bowing her head in excitement hollering, "YADAYADAYADAYADA!!"
I miss my little shadow.  The vet confirmed before she died, Jupiter was indeed female.  She was my little Miss Jupiter who ruled the moons and the stars.





Learning to cope.  How true those words ring.  We were planning on selling our place and moving out to the country early next year.  We decided to move this summer because of Jupiter.  We each become attuned to our individual pet's needs.  I sensed Jupiter would want to be a momma herself some day.  After experiencing for myself how fulfilling being a goose mother is, how could I deny Jupiter having the same?  I had already made the decision she would get at least one baby gosling of her very own next spring.   Any property we consider either had to have a pond or we'd be able to dig our own without too much hassle.  We were making all these life changing decisions out of love for our goose.  For being prey animals, they wield such power over our hearts.

We decided to press forward with our plans.  We painted most of the house and had new carpet installed this weekend.  All we have left to do are some finishing touches and our listing goes live.  The house is so quiet without her.  Every corner, every room, I find a feather.  Every feather is a memory.  Every memory leads to tears and more pain.  This whole house feels like a graveyard.  I cannot wait to leave this place.

My husband said when we get our new place, we will plant a young tree, with Jupiter's remains under its roots.  It is a nice vision, but not the one I had.  In my vision of our country home, we are old, sitting on the porch swing watching a pond full of geese.  Sitting next to us is Jupiter.  She is old too.  Her children and grandchildren are on the pond.  I wipe away a tear wondering if she remembers a time when I was her goose momma.  That's the kind of tears I hoped to have.  That's the dream I wanted to have.  Now, that dream is ashes in a small wooden urn. 

I'm trying hard to look forward.  I keep my mind busy by learning all I can about homesteading and pond building.  I know geese will be a part of my life in the future. I'm just unsure in what capacity.  Despite all the hard work and time investment into taming, I loved being a goose momma.  It's such a special, unique relationship.  Part of me wants to try this again.  Caring for Jupiter was a rewarding experience, and fulfilled a part of me that was missing.  Jupiter was our first.  She was our first pet my husband and I have had since we met.  She was the first bird pet for both of us.  She was one of a kind.  I fear if I do this again, a new goose will only serve as a reminder of how much I miss Jupiter.  I fear if I do this again and the same thing happens, I will not be able to withstand the pain.  I cannot go through this kind of heart ache again.  I've always been a one-pet-at-a-time kind of woman.  Now, I understand the inherent danger in that.  Going from full time care giving for a demanding needy companion to nothing.........I think that is the worst.  With Jupiter, the hours were like minutes.  Today, minutes are like hours.  I miss her terribly.

Maybe the new pond will be the future home of new goslings.  Maybe it will be reserved only for wild birds.  If we decide to adopt baby geese next spring, I will likely get at least two.  All the advice to get another gosling has finally sunk in, but it is not for the sake of the goose.  It is for me.  It is this human who is suffering a broken lonely heart.

Eve, your tribute to my baby is beautiful.  As are you   Thank you for the kind words expressed by everyone here.  I know most here understand and empathize with loving and losing a goose companion. 

I know how you feel of being reminded. When I lost my goslings I felt the same but my heart reaches out for the same feeling it can't find. I never wanted to think I was replacing them, by getting more geese it shows how much you love them. My goslings were my first, from the moment they hatched and as far as they made it I wanted to get more geese. They inspired me. I don't want to replace them but my heart is crying and begging me to bring them back, bring it back. I miss them so much!!!

 

[Frindizzle]

I just lost one of my chickens yesterday. I truly know how bad it feels now, and I'm really sorry. I bet Jupiter and Frindizzle are both very happy wherever they are now.

 

[313759]

Just lost all my quail to a raccoon. To tell you the truth I wanted to shoot it, but then I would feel bad so I let it be