Our raccoon is gone.
It moved into the old dog house on Thursday, and seemed injured, ( car accident?), so we fed and watered it, and left it alone. Saturday morning it was on our deck. Sick, and shivering. One of the front paws looked damaged, and it was having trouble using it’s back legs. His nose was a bit mucky. Yes, we started to worry about rabies.
We gave it food and water, and brought a straw filled smaller dog house to him. He slept in it most of the day.
The OSPCA guy arrived around 6pm. The raccoon did not have rabies, but had been in a fight, had a massive maggott infestation in his anal glands, (possibly the most disgusting thing I have ever seen, but no wonder he couldn’t use his back legs!), and had a bad spring cold.
He said they would take it to a vet, to see if it could be saved.
It’s probably dead by now, but at least it would have been painless, as opposed to dieing on my deck. :-(
Heh. I guess spring is here.
Yeah it sound like his run is done. Sad.
Oh, that’s too bad. At least it wasn’t a skunk!
Following in the footsteps of Sally and James, Frank has started making personal friends of insects and other crawly-things. He and Vlad just came inside, and Vlad said, “Frank has what looks like a venomous caterpillar on his shirt.” “Venomous caterpillar!” said Frank. “No, it’s just a harmless inch-worm - go back outside and put it in the tree.” “I will name it ‘Friendly Inchworm’,” said Frank as he went back out.
At least he doesn’t think the ants are Crunchy, like James did (under a bad influence) ...
I’m so sorry to hear about your raccoon. You were very caring and did what was best for the little guy. I look forward to the rainbow bridge. I bet you’ll have a lot of friends there.