Saturday morning, while letting my dogs out into the backyard like I do every morning, Hank got a hold of a chipmunk. I was sure he killed it, but when I went to pick it up he was still alive.
My husband checked the little guy out and he could scampper a little so he moved him into a tree in the front yard. The poor little guy is not doing well! He didn't leave the tree at all in 24 hours and he doesn't move very well so he sticks to the lower limbs. I was out several times yesterday feeding him dried apricots and positioning shotglasses of water near him.
Last night, it started snowing. I put on old oven mittens and carefully picked him off the tree and into a big box full of shredded paper... poor thing barely struggled. I put him in the warm garage with a little food and water. I checked on him this morning and he was curled in a ball sleeping (I could see his little chest rising and falling so I know h's still alive) under the paper.
I have to take my other dog Sophie to see the vet this morning and I'm going to ask how much it would be to euthanize a chipmunk while I'm there. I feel awful about it but I can tell he's in pain and I can't stand to watch him suffer... I feel horrible letting it go on for as long as it has already.



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