I come home to my poor scovie girl splattered across the road. I had to pick her up and carry her home in the dark. I also had to pick up her intestines and pelvic bone by hand so nothing would eat any part of her. Im distraught. Broken. I dont care if she was a duck - she was my duck. And now she is gone. The sad part is i cant even explain what happened on here because i will get reprimanded by people on here. Because its 'my fault'. My baby girl is gone and there is nothing i can do as my heart turns to ash. Tonight i had to put my friend in a trash can because the ground igt too hard and its pitch black out. That feeling cant be understood by those who havent personally experienced it.