I am a complete softie when it comes to animals of any kind, and I hate to see them suffer. Tonight was no exception. Mazikeen found a field mouse in the garden this afternoon that was dying and sat with it until M saw her and went to see what was going on and moved the mouse out of harms way, but it passed away quite soon after. There was a little baby mouse peeking out so M put some seeds out for it to eat. Early evening we found a tiny baby mouse under one of the garden chairs that was thin and was looked like it too was dying. M picked it up and called me over to see it. As my hands are always really warm I took it from M and kept it warm until we got a little box and put in little pads to make it comfortable for it and put it in a warm place and watched over it. It moved about quite a few times, but I could see that its little heartbeat was slowing down, so sat with it until it too passed away.
Now, most people know me as a bit of tough bugger, feisty and dare I say, fighty, but when it took its final breath and his heart stopped I felt all kinds of sadness. I am a complete softy when animals are concerned. I was brought up in the country and worked on farms from an early age, had a career as an agricultural consultant and we always had animals and livestock, but every death I thought was sad. Our garden is like a pet cemetery and I have buried all our small pets that have passed away over the years, from guinea pigs to fish and said a quiet goodbye to them all. The little mouse was no exception and is buried under the silver birch tree.
Mr Knitter 