
12/19/12, 11:16 AM
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Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Northern Michigan (U.P.)
Posts: 9,389
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The emotional pain of losing an animal stays with you forever. When it is a cute baby, all the more so. But as you try to rationalize it, often the reality of it is that it could have been prevented if I knew what I was doing or I could have avoided the tragedy if I’d known the warning signs before I made the purchase.
An event that happened nearly 30 years ago floods my mind every time I hear about someone wanting to go out and buy a calf. The heartache is still there. I went to a dairy farm 40 miles away. I was looking for a Jersey calf. There was a real cute heifer about a week old, tied in a corner with some baler twine around her neck. She had some yellow manure stuck on her hind leg and a bit on her tail. I bought a bag of milk replacer and brought her home. I knew nothing about scours or dehydration.
She was likely sick when I got her and I added to the problem by over feeding. I can’t recall that for sure, but seems likely. As she grew weak I called the Vet. I administered the injections, tablets and electrolytes, I moved her to our heated basement. After a few signs of recovery followed by collapse, I was determined to do everything I could. She was on my lap when she stopped breathing. I held my hand around her muzzle and gave her a form of CPR. She began breathing again. I was hopeful, but it lasted only a few more minutes before she slipped away, forever.
I’ve raised many calves, ewes and colts, etc. since then, with great success. But if I were offered a calf for the price of a bag of stale dinner rolls at the Day Old Bread Store, I’d take the stale dinner rolls.
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