07-12-2014, 12:15 PM
Thanks, I'm glad I'm not the only one. Fable's mother died horribly and I've always had nightmares that her daughter would die the same way. (We still don't know what it was; wish we did.) So, a little paranoid, I saw the beginning symptoms exactly and totally annihilated logic, went into panic mode, because of course, I didn't know what to do. That lost feeling when you know an animal might die and you can't do anything about it since you don't know what it is and you have no access to a vet. Or you just can't do anything about it...
Fable's doing a lot better thankfully. Waiting for me at the door this morning, normal pebbles, (You know; feces), and acting more like herself. (Still not eating enough though)
Fable's doing a lot better thankfully. Waiting for me at the door this morning, normal pebbles, (You know; feces), and acting more like herself. (Still not eating enough though)
Goats: The animal that never gives up.
They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same. And no, I'm not a black sheep to they’re white; I'm a goat to they’re sheep.