Anime2lover
Keeper of tiny dinos
- Apr 17, 2019
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Oreo was born and raised as one of the first ducks we ever hatched out. I was attached to him from the moment he left his egg. He got his name from that moment to. He was very attached to me and liked to follow me around. He was a healthy, happy and active duck, and would have been three in the coming summer. He loved his flock and his brother Donald. Oreo was a muscovy, Pekin mix. Son of our only muscovy drake that we no longer have. He grew up happy on the farm and never got sick or injured in his two years. He was healthy and strong all the way up to when he died suddenly over night last month. When I came down from my room that morning I was delivered the worst news I could think of, despite the rough winter my flock had already had so far. That one of our black and white ducks outside had died (it's still bringing me to tears as I type this). I rushed outside to look and practically froze in place when I layed my eyes on what could only be described as my worst nightmare. My baby boy, laying stiff and cold on one of our lawn chairs. I couldn't stop myself from balling that day as I thought of what might have happened. No injuries what so ever. Next to him, lay my mother's baby boy, and his only brother, Donald. It seemed fitting that both boys died the same way. But Donald had visible tumors, so we knew it might have been coming from him. My gut twisted when I saw my baby there with him. He was such a sweet and friendly boy, our friendliest duck. Loved taking worms and treats, and talking to me. Loved chasing the kids a little to. And when he was in the pool he was a real riot to watch, doing zoomies all around their pool and making a total mess of the run, and me at times. He also loved trying to drink from the sprinkler. If I was sitting on the ground near him and wasn't watching he would come up behind me and try to eat the hair on my neck as much as he could. He als liked nibbling my fingers and mouth. He also loved sitting in the hen's nesting box in the coop. Quite often he gave the rooster, big red, a run for his money when he got to close to oreo's girls. It was funny to see a sharp spurred rooster being ran off by a soft baked duck.
I wouldn't have posted this normally, but as I was looking through pics and seeing these, it just made those feelings resurface all over again. Reminding me that you never truly get over the death of a beloved pet.
I wouldn't have posted this normally, but as I was looking through pics and seeing these, it just made those feelings resurface all over again. Reminding me that you never truly get over the death of a beloved pet.
