Listening to every heart
I've been reading up on the saving of some of the animals and birds, serene one, and I've learned that once they've been slathered with oil, giving them a good cleaning doesn't guarantee full survival.
It reminds me of when we lived on the edge of town, near an old oil field. This was in CA. Several oil well "runoffs" that were not at the time fenced or fixed so that people or animals couldn't accidentally fall into them [think La Brea tar pits] were scattered around the old farm house we were renting. This was back in the early 1960's.
My little sis, about age 2, took a walk one day. It was a real "Lassie" moment. Mom thought my sis was outside with us bigger kids; we thought Sis was inside with Mom. Once Mom realized that no one knew where Sis was, our dog Bobo [a cocker spaniel] when into "hunt" mode.
And she found Sis...walking straight toward one of the pits. Bobo got between Sis and the pit, and of course, my sister thought our dog was playing with her, so she kept advancing. Bobo kept barking, and backing up.
Upside of the story...we caught up with them prior to my sis taking the plunge. But our dog slipped, dragged her claws, and was half-way into the oily sludge/water before we could drag her out.
Animals of course are normally very clean to themselves, and she proceeded to try to clean off her fur.
It was to her detriment. The oil and sludge water she ingested made her so sick that we had to unwillingly put her down. Now, keep in mind, she had some age on her...She was about ten years old.
But damn, she was a good dog.
I miss Kacy, too.