Sometimes, farming is one of the most difficult things. One of our newest additions has been sick. Unfortunately, that’s one of the risks when you purchase an animal from a sale barn. You never know what kind of contaminents they will pick up. This especially holds true for calves since their immune systems are not developed.
It is a difficult thing to handle, even though you KNOW there is the potential. I hate it. I hate seeing an animal suffer. It all began three days ago and I think I have slept maybe twelve hours during the whole time. I am tired and he is just progressively getting worse. No matter what we have done or tried…nothing has helped. To make matters worse, he has somehow developed bloat along with scours. He has been medically treated. And still he slowly slides downhill.
These are the times when I really wish that farming was easy. Mr. Farmer is frustrated with me. Let’s just say it’s because I get emotional. It’s almost like I can feel their pain, their suffering and it kills me inside. I will go without sleep, without food, without a shower just to make sure that a calf gets proper treatment. To me, it is my duty to make sure I can do everything within my ability to take care of them. I am their guardian, their protector, it is my responsibility.
Most people would never devote the amount of time I do in an attempt to save an animal. And I get flack all the time for it too. I know that sometimes it is better to not let the animal suffer (which is the point we are at now) and assist them with passing into the pearly gates of heaven and into the never ending pastures of green to frolic in the morning sun…but I believe in fighting for their cherished life with every beat of my heart. When they do have to go, I shed tears just like most would for a beloved family member who has also gone to those same pearly gates. Is it right? For me it is. I am an emotional, feeling person. It’s how I cope with loss.
I hate writing posts like these. I HATE losing animals. I just want all animals to have a fair shot at life. To be able to experience running and playing with their buddies in the pasture. To feel the sunlight on their skin as the sun comes up in the morning. Yes, my little TBone did get to experience those things, yet it has been so brief it seems unfair.
I will miss him dearly. Now, I need to go say my goodbyes and let him go to a better place where there is no pain and no suffering.