Well...I found it on lawn in work. I though it was dead but when I picked it up I noticed it was still breathing..just...so I dropped couple of drops of water in its mouth, wrapped it in little cloth and put in bucket in sunny place...and during that morning I kept giving it little water every now and then....as I was getting ready to go home it suddenly 'screamed'..so I bought from local shop some infant milk and syringe from pharmacy..as one do...
...fed it..and it did eat with some appetite..after that it just ate and slept..needing feeding every 3 hrs or so..
Sooo....I spent happy nurturing night having 'waking up calls' for feed or just little stroke..
..and it slept in my propagator in house best towel....
This morning I was waiting for it's feed call and it was very quiet..when I checked it was just doing its last breaths..It is resting now under massive beach tree....
I knew I couldn't keep it and it was destined to be to put sleep..but I just could not help myself ..I've always been sucker for sad cases..and ever since being little I've bought home numerous different animals..lost, sick, wounded, orphan..name it, been there..
The 'Lady' of the house who's garden I was wonking on yesterday...well, she said that I should put spade through 'the rat'....
Could I!
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