mypoorducky
Chirping
- Oct 7, 2021
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Hello all.
I am here because me and my little brother are panicking and crying.
I bought a duckling from my neighbor's kids who were trying to get rid of it so they could get a cat. We played with and cared for it for multiple weeks. Though we could only keep it indoors most the time (we took it outside for walks from time to time), and it was all alone (at least until we got another duckling we were planning on getting soon), we tried our best to keep it happy. We even noticed it was growing.
Today, we saw our duckling got a little dirty. We decided to bathe it. I put some hot water, and accidentally poured too much Dawn dish soap. I figured it would be fine, as long as we took it out before there were too many bubbles. Then, I left the task of bathing it to my little brother so I could check the pizza we were cooking together. I then heard screams and heard my brother calling, so I immediately went to check. I saw the duck was limp, and he was crying. We hurriedly took it out the soapy water, and washed off the soap.
I felt a few kicks, as if the duck was still alive, but the duck's neck was limp. I tried to perform CPR, but unfortunately I had no clue how to perform it, and it seemed to be in vain. It seemed the duckling had drowned in soapy water, and the soap must have seriously damaged it's insides. I stopped performing CPR when I realized I was moving around its organs. Rigor mortis had set in.
I never expected to get the duck, but it gave me the happiest days of my life. I always slept soundly with it snuggling up against me. Though I always woke up to green messes on me and my bed, I didn't mind it. I thought I would see it grow up into a big duck, maybe eventually see its feathers turn white and learn to fly. I didn't even know its gender, or what to name it, but I will never forget it. Goodbye, Ducky.
I am here because me and my little brother are panicking and crying.
I bought a duckling from my neighbor's kids who were trying to get rid of it so they could get a cat. We played with and cared for it for multiple weeks. Though we could only keep it indoors most the time (we took it outside for walks from time to time), and it was all alone (at least until we got another duckling we were planning on getting soon), we tried our best to keep it happy. We even noticed it was growing.
Today, we saw our duckling got a little dirty. We decided to bathe it. I put some hot water, and accidentally poured too much Dawn dish soap. I figured it would be fine, as long as we took it out before there were too many bubbles. Then, I left the task of bathing it to my little brother so I could check the pizza we were cooking together. I then heard screams and heard my brother calling, so I immediately went to check. I saw the duck was limp, and he was crying. We hurriedly took it out the soapy water, and washed off the soap.
I felt a few kicks, as if the duck was still alive, but the duck's neck was limp. I tried to perform CPR, but unfortunately I had no clue how to perform it, and it seemed to be in vain. It seemed the duckling had drowned in soapy water, and the soap must have seriously damaged it's insides. I stopped performing CPR when I realized I was moving around its organs. Rigor mortis had set in.
I never expected to get the duck, but it gave me the happiest days of my life. I always slept soundly with it snuggling up against me. Though I always woke up to green messes on me and my bed, I didn't mind it. I thought I would see it grow up into a big duck, maybe eventually see its feathers turn white and learn to fly. I didn't even know its gender, or what to name it, but I will never forget it. Goodbye, Ducky.
