One of my ducks has been battling arthritis and a genetic skin condition. She had effectively lost use of one leg. The arthritis fluid built up so much that a sort of herniated sac burst out of her leg the size of a golf ball. She was continually molting, weeping at the eyes, and unable to clean herself properly. We made the difficult decision today to end her suffering and put her to sleep.
Her name was Fanny. She loved eating, especially bananas and oats. She was always tubby and a loud quacker. She was the most motherly of the ducks, always happy to sit on the nest for the other ducks. She laid massive eggs and loved paddling around in the pond. She liked to put her bill in your palm and tilt her head to look up at you. She enjoyed having the top of her head stroked.
I miss her very much already. Her absence in the yard is painful. She was a lovely duck and I will miss her very, very much.
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