It's 11:00 a.m...
It's time to go...
To take Benny to
To ease him over
to the other side...
Away from pain...
Good-bye my sweet
Benny "Boonya Boon-Boon" Boy...
I will love you
And see you again
Whole, healthy and
Dear boy, you are
And will always be
Benny was so fluffy and very
alert and active in the car, but by the time we
arrived at the vet office 20 minutes later, he was
already tired and was snoozing in my hand and
letting me pet him on his neck and bill. The vet
gave him a quick injection and his eye lids relaxed
into a deeper sedated haze.
I’ve seen some ducks fight
before, but Benny was ready to leave. Within seconds
of the second injection, his spirit floated away. I
held him close and whispered all of my promises to
The vet made up foot imprints
of his healthy foot for myself, Julie and Gary (his
rescuers) and Mary (who has sponsored him since his
arrival). I insisted that they be pressed from his
good foot because that’s the side that took on the
burden of his injury and helped him overcome what
ailed him for so long. I want to remember the
healthy and strong part of him—not the piece of him
that brought him any discomfort. I also took a few
feathers from him for each of us. I want to make up
little shadow box frames with the footprints and
Benny's passing was gentle and
peaceful and the moments beforehand in the car were
actually pretty happy, with him foraging in the hay
and looking out the window as the world passed by
(and enjoying the A/C).
But now... I'm left with an
empty hole in my heart that will remain with me for