Fucking Mortality.
I didn't have her very long... But I tried very hard to be a good Mom. And after all the emotional threads carefully tied, like so many spiderwebs, much stronger than they seem.... everything fell apart. The threads were harshly torn. And reality sets in. In the end, I cant save a goddamn thing from death. Not myself, not the tiny life I was responsible for. If death wants it. He gets it.
One of my Hedgehogs, little Furling, died yesterday. Final verdict was bone cancer. I only had her for about two months, but I really got attached to her. Even with the vet bills and the antibiotics twice a day, and hand feeding her scrambled eggs, and how she prickled at me.... I'll never get used to that particular failure. The failure to save a life.
One of my Hedgehogs, little Furling, died yesterday. Final verdict was bone cancer. I only had her for about two months, but I really got attached to her. Even with the vet bills and the antibiotics twice a day, and hand feeding her scrambled eggs, and how she prickled at me.... I'll never get used to that particular failure. The failure to save a life.