Bummer. The poor thing was hurt badly but not dead. I took the dogs in and left it to lie there hiring it east as bad as I thought. I went back out and determined that its back was probably broken. I couldn't let it suffer, I didn't want Pogo to eat it - ever. (The potential for her puking it up in the house at some point seemed high.) So.... I had to kill it and get rid of it. I will spare you the rest if the story but suffice it to say, it was traumatuzing to me!!! Agh, one of the downsides to the wilderness and dogs I guess. All the other babies got away which means I will be cursing their existence when my garden starts to sprout!
Ah, the dilemmas in life!
~Denise
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My sister had a similar situation with a fatally injured hampster in her 4 year old preschool class a few years ago. Not fun!
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