05/23/2026
The hardest part of raising animals is losing one. No matter how big or small they are, it’s always heartbreaking. Huckleberry was the smallest of the litter, but I truly hoped he would pull through. He fought so hard to survive for a whole week.
Morning and night, I held his mama so he could nurse away from his siblings. He was always my favorite, and I became so attached to him. Last night, when I went to take care of everyone, he was so cold and barely moving. I brought him inside and warmed him up, but ultimately we made the difficult decision to end his suffering and mercy cull him. His little head was swollen and he appeared to have some kind of neurological issue going on. My best guess is that he may have accidentally been stepped on by his mama. 🥹
We will miss you, Huckleberry. 🖤
