I just laid Floppete out with her mother, Vic.
I had rushed her to Julia again today, as she was going downhill fast – flat with labored breathing. X-rays showed Septicemia. Bad. We were not even sure if she would live for the 2 hour drive to Massey, and the Massey vet figured her chances were “very slim” even if we did get there.
So I brought her home, and put her down next to her mother, and walked away. I don’t know how long she has, but at least her mum is there fussing over her.
This has not been my best day ever.