Rupert the tiny deer, who danced into all of our cold and dingy hearts has passed on to the big green meadow in the sky. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Staff members at the Tiggywinkles Wildlife Hospital in Haddenham, England said they tried to keep him alive by giving him lamb’s milk, but he needed his mommy’s bacteria. His lungs were also not working properly. The staff also knew that the odds were against Rupert, because he didn’t have his mommy and was three weeks premature.
The founder of Tiggywinkles said: “The nurses are absolutely choked as well as the foster mother who took him on. It is all a new science looking after wildlife casualties and this is just one more to add to our experience.”
Rupert was only with us a short time, but he brought so much joy into my dark and dreary life. This is why I’m a cold bitter bitch, because once you let love into your heart, it will go away.
The world is a cruel and ugly place so innocent Rupert is better off up there with his mommy.
Rest in peace, Little Rupert…..