So this week has kind of, well for lack of a better word … sucked! After an amazing gift from God in the form of a Blessed weekend of Roping, things seemed to just turn. First, Gigi passed away without warning and then Daisy. The Vet thinks the Calf’s knee is blown, I have court tomorrow and we are trying to finish up the hay. I have to be thankful for all I have but right now it is just a bit hard.
So Gigi was showing signs of being thin and just seemed Blah. Nothing we could put our finger on so we put her in the watch pen and called the Vet. We changed her wormer and she seemed to do much better. She went back to eating her meals and even ate cookies during farm visits. We thought she was on the down hill slide and just needed to put the weight back on. That was until we went out to go to the barn and found she had passed away. She had just laid down as if to sleep and didn’t wake up. It was tough to take. It came out of nowhere. She was Carrie’s big Girl from last year. She survived a hard birth and came into this world weighing 16lbs. It just didn’t seem fair and we don’t even know what we could have done to keep it from happening again.
Then last night Daisy the Duck was having some issues getting around so we babied her. She ate just fine and drank and seemed fine but in need of a bit of TLC. However, no matter what we did it didn’t make a difference. She didn’t get better and by morning she had passed. Okay, so that one hurt even more. I haven’t known a day without Daisy for the last 10 + years. She was my first show pair of ducks. Her and Donald were my everything for my whole showing career and she has won more titles then I can remember. Yup, as much as Mom and I cried over Gigi … We bawled like babies over Daisy. Her mate Donald had passed years ago but for some reason I just never thought of life without her in it. Mom is torn because she looooovvveesss Ducks in General and at first she said we would be getting more Ducks then she said “Who am I kidding? We can never replace our sweet Daisy.”
To add to our frustration our Gordy the calf May have a blown Knee. We are working to figure out a way to get it to drain the infection out better. It seems to be draining less and we aren’t sure if that is a good thing or not. We are doctoring and praying but for now we are trying a few new things with hopes of getting all the infection out of his body.
To top it all off I have court tomorrow so that a judge can figure out I wasn’t drunk or High on anything when I had my wreck. Then with any luck I will be able to convince the court to give me a break and not report it to my insurance history so that Mom and Dad’s insurance doesn’t go up. Oh and let us no forget that Dad is cutting hay. And if you have followed us for any other haying season you know Dad gets in a mood when he is haying. Just this morning he took my head off because he didn’t get up earlier. That lead him to gripe that Mom and I didn’t get to town to get gas for the tractor until late.
Why do we have to have times that test us so??? I know I am supposed to be Thankful and I am but I wish I didn’t have to deal with all this at once.