Not one of my nicer post’s and not one that I am proud of. It all began last night. Mark and Linda plus Gracie came down because their wii was not working. So they brought it to us, so we could have a look at it. Turns out it was the wii remote was faulty. So once that was sorted out we ventured downstairs to the rumpus room and started playing Tiger Woods 08 golf, which just happens to be my all time favourite game at the moment. Whilst we were happily playing golf, one of the Dogs decided to pounce on an unfortunate Possum.
These little critters are probably bigger than an overweight Cat, the domestic kind. They posses some nasty claws and teeth and can get quite nasty if cornered. Sasha being the formidable hunter decided to take on this Possum, who had been hunting for food and had found a mouse or rat. The next thing we know gracie had gone outside to let the other dog in and suddenly announced that Sasha had got something and it was screaming. Well, we were all outside in a flash and saw Sasha with bits of fur hanging from her mouth and a possum. We managed to get her to release the possum and watched this animal scarper off into a bush. The sad thing about this is, the Possum had an injured leg, it was just hanging down with no control over it. We managed to get the dogs in and went to see where this Possum was hiding. We found it in the bush and tried to keep it from running or climbing any further. The plan was to get WIRES or the RSPCA out to take this injured animal away.
Sam called numerous numbers only to be greeted by Answering machines and another list of numbers to call, yet nobody was available. It strikes me that these agencies are in dire need of revamping their approach to animal welfare, as it is laughable at best. Finally Sam managed to get in touch with someone and was advised to try and get this Possum into a box and keep it safe. This for someone who has never handled a wild animal before is extremely dangerous, as these things can rip you to shreds quite easily, injured or not. As it turned out the Possum managed to climb onto the fence and into the smaller of the two trees. This is where it stayed all night, cold, injured and obviously in pain.
The morning came and we went looking for the Possum. Amazingly the possum had moved from the smaller of the trees into the big tree and had perched itself on the end of one of the big branches overhanging the garden. It was moving, but slowly and very carefully. I took Sam to the station and came straight back home, hoping that someone from WIRES would come out or at best the RSPCA. But no. No-one was available to come out for another 4-5 hours and even then, no guarantees. This is totally unaceptable. Its all well and good watching programs like Animal Rescue and programs about the RSPCA on TV, they only show the good bits, planned no doubt. The service is shocking and I have to say i am disgusted.
I recieved a call from someone from WIRES about 9am ish. They said no-one could come out till lunch time and it would be best to get the Fire Brigade out, as they are to a point well versed at getting small furry animals out of trees. Sure enough, I get a phone call from a guy in the Fire Brigade and we made the call for them to come out, and they did. They even appologised for being late… WHAT!?!?! They came, that is the main thing and they did their job well. More than what WIRES or the RSPCA did!
They got the Possum down, with a bit of a fight and we placed him in the Crate with an old towel. I then took him to the local Vet just up the road from me. Sam had arranged this via the RSPCA, as they don’t take wounded wild animals for some reason?!? So they passed us over to a Vet at Bass Hill. Maz was the vets name. I walked in with a crate of Possum and was escorted into the consulting room, where upon Maz did his magic. Towel in hand, he got junior out of the crate and placed him on the table to have a good look at him. Sadly the damage was too great for Junior. he had to be put to sleep. He offered to take him in the back, but I said I would stay with him, so I did. I managed to stroke the Possum for the first time and was taken back by the thick coat and how soft it was. I watched the syringe go into the Possum and waited. I nealt down and was at face level with the Junior and stroked his head and ears, whilst speaking softly to the little ball of fur, his eyes half blinked and he settled. I kept stroking his head and ears and finally watched this beautiful animal give its last sigh of breath and then it was silent.
He had gone.
It was sad to witness the life fade away, yet a relief that it was no longer in pain, nor would it suffer anymore. The last sigh of breath was like its life passing on its wisdom and all it had done in one moment, to the air surrounding it.
My eyes were not dry walking out of the surgery. Yet I was filled with Anger and Sorrow for what had happened. My thoughts turned now to Sasha. She came away with one wound on her muzzle. She was lucky, very lucky. She might not be tomorrow, when she goes through the same fate as Junior. This is not the first incident where she has claimed a life. She has killed a couple of birds, one cat and now this. My fear is that she has tasted blood and will now be open to other victims. She is a big dog, she is a very agile and fast dog, she is a Rhodesian Ridgeback cross. I know the Hound is a hunter, Ridgebacks are no exception to this. They were used to hunt Lion. Lets get one thing straight here. Any dog is capable of doing harm to something or someone. There are never bad dogs, just bad owners. I can honestly say, she has never growled, shown her teeth or shown any kind of malice to anyone. Her nature is superb around humans and some other dogs. Jacob is her favourite, after me. She will sit by my side when i am at the computer, she will follow me anywhere. Wherever I am, she is there. She loves Gracie and anyone else that comes whilst we are here. But. What if? What if she suddenly gives into an urge or a feeling, even a mindset that something is not as it should be, what will happen then?
As a responsible dog owner, is it not my right to not only protect myself, but other people too? My first thought is to have her put to sleep, whilst this is a very tough desicison, it is one I am willing to make. I cannot afford to have someone, young or old be injured by my dog, knowing that she has injured/killed before. I should stop it right now. I cannot be with her 24/7. I should be able to trust her 100%. Having said that, anyone in the right mind would not leave a powerful dog with a stranger to the family un-guarded or un-watched. I have already made my mind up, tomorrow will be her last day.