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June 08, 2006
soft spot
Anyone who knows me knows that I can’t stand seeing animals hurt, in pain or die. I don’t even like to hear stories about it. Hell, I refuse to watch Dumbo, Bambi, Milo & Otis - or any of those other animal movies that make me cry. And shut up, yes I know they are cartoons and movies. Yes, I know it is irrational. And yes, I feel bad when I move and I have to put my stuffed animals (okay I still have stuffed animals, don’t make me hurt you) into boxes.
This morning when I was walking the doggies, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tico sniffing at something. Unlike most Chihuahuas, Tico like to roll in the poo so I have to keep my eyes on him. He appeared to be sniffing a dead bird so I sent the dogs into the house and figured I had better dispose of the poor thing. I walked over to assess the situation and discovered that the bird, a small finch, was not dead at all. I think it may have flown into a window and was stunned and trying to recover. I hope that was the problem anyway. The poor little sweetie wasn’t really moving around and it was breathing heavily. I freaked out. I didn’t want to hurt it by picking it up and I didn’t want to leave it there to possibly be eaten by neighborhood cats. I was at this point going to be late for work. I almost started crying. I had to leave it there.
Thankfully, Grumpy understands what an animal freak I am so I called him after I got to work and he promised to go check on the little birdie and see how it was doing. He said he’d help me collect it and take it to the vet too if it was still there when I get home from work. Still, I have been useless here all day at work because all I can think about is that poor helpless little bird and those little eyes staring up me in terror. I’m sure Tico sniffing it, probably gave the little guy a heart attack.
Most of you are thinking but it’s just a bird but you don’t understand what a fool I am for animals and children. Anything helpless that needs my protection and I am there, all fierce and ready to save the day.
Posted by bugg at June 8, 2006 12:19 PM
Comments
I totally understand! Once I made my husband drive me back down to third and pike because I found a hurt pigeon on the sidewalk, and I didn't have the means to take it home on the bus with me.
Posted by: nicole at June 8, 2006 07:21 PM
I can't watch Bambi or Dumbo or any of those Disney 'family' movies because the always kill or hurt the mom...THE MOM!! What kind of sick thing is THAT to show young kids? (So I cry my head off at them...waaaaahhhhh....)
Posted by: monabonanotte at June 8, 2006 09:23 PM
Nicole - I would have done the same thing.
Glad to hear that Simon seems to be doing better.
Mona - Good point, maybe that's why it bothers me so much. Walt Disney you suck!
And I am happy to report that the little bird was gone when I got home, so I choose to believe that he went on his merry way.
Posted by: bugg at June 9, 2006 01:33 PM
OMG I'm the same way, I made my husband go with me to a wildlife rehabilitation place with a bat my cat injured. And I sat and hung out with a bird that flew into our window as it was dazed. We moved it into the shade, brought it water, I freaked out until it was able to fly away. I will drop everything to attend to any animal in need.
Posted by: Jayne at June 10, 2006 11:03 AM