Good afternoon, my dear, sweet family! I honestly don’t know what to tell you in regards to my being so late. I have lost several hours out of my life and I am still trying to figure it out myself. You remember yesterday, I said I had a sick animal that required my attention. The animal wasn’t one of my own. I know many of you have heard me talk about the Lynx that likes to come and visit around here. It was the Lynx that was dying.
It had to be Tuesday night (right now my sense of time is screwed up), I was in the kitchen cleaning up and Razputin (my bobcat) was in there with me. She was laying on the kitchen rug beside my feet. The garbage was full so I decided I would run it out real quick. My back door is sometimes hard to shut but I thought I had shut it. Before I could get the lid back on the trash can, I heard the most horrible noise you could ever hear in your life. I flew up the steps and flung open the door. Razzy and the Lynx were going at each other. The Lynx was on top of Razzy and without even thinking, I grabbed the Lynx by its fur with all my might. Apparently, I scared it and it let go of Razzy and turned on me. I had nothing for protection. The only thing I could think of was to double up my fist and hit it. So I did a number of times. The door was still open and I inched my way toward it. My plan was to get the damn thing out of the house as quickly as possible. By the time I got to the door, the Lynx has sunk one of it’s front teeth into my fist. Talking about pain, that was painful. I got to the door, got outside and kicked the door shut with my foot. By this time I had let go of its fur and I saw a tire tool. I reached for it and knocked the lynx over the head with it. Then it finally let go of my fist.
I came back into the house and what a mess. Blood was everywhere. Razzy was covered in blood, which scared the crap out of me I thought she was fatally hurt. I got her cleaned up and she had a few minor scratches nothing life threatening. So I just sit in the middle of a bloody mess and hugged her and cried. I was so thankful she wasn’t hurt. I got the kitchen cleaned up and all the blood. I am glad no one called the cops or they would have swore up and down I killed someone. After that I thought we would all settle in for a peaceful night, WRONG!
I don’t know if you have ever heard a Lynx cry or not but to me they almost sound like a human baby when they are hurt. That was the sound that was now filling the night air. And of course, the damn thing was on the porch again. I went to the door, turned the light on and could see the animal was severely hurt. Blood was gushing from its’ neck. I opened the door and cautiously picked it up and took it down to the place were we occasionally treat wounded animals. I looked at the wound and I knew there was nothing I could do for it. Razzy had went for the Lynx’s throat. She had took a plug out of it jugular. All I could do was make the animal comfortable and try to control the bleeding till morning and then go to the vet. Morning came, I took the Lynx to the vet and left her. The vet told me he didn’t know if he could save her or not. I told him to call me either way. He did call me, late yesterday afternoon and told me that the Lynx had passed. He wanted to know what I wanted to do with the body. I told him I would come and get her and bury her out here. This area was her home and she should be buried here.
Now this is wherever thing starts to get very fuzzy. I remember picking up the Lynx from the vet. I remember stopping by the house. I picked up Kiki (my little Pom) and a few other burial items. I drove down the dirt road, found a very lovely spot and got out. I started digging, I got the hole dug and I did do a passing over ceremony for the Lynx. She got a very nice burial. But I don’t know what happened, the next thing I remember I woke up, I was on the ground. It was almost 1:00. I left the house about 8:30, I had lost time. Why? I don’t know. I can’t remember nothing. Everything is a blank. When I saw the clock in the truck, I couldn’t believe it. Poor Kiki was beside herself. I remember putting the Lynx in the ground but when I looked at the spot, it was completely covered. I didn’t do that. The little plaque to mark her grave was in place, I didn’t do that. I don’t understand any of this as.
All I know is I lost about 5 hours out of my life and I don’t know where they went. I have heard of strange tales of animal spirits taking care of their own. Perhaps that is what happened to me. I could see the spirits blaming me for the Lynx’s death. I could also see them no wanting me to take part in her burial. Perhaps that is it. Right now, I don’t know and I am totally confused.
My mind is clearing up and I am starting to think straight. But I still wonder what happened in those hours I lost. Maybe I am not meant to know. All I know a very beautiful animal died and I am truly sorry for that. But I can’t fault Razzy, she was doing what she was suppose to do. Protecting me and her territory. Deep down in my heart, I hope it was the animal spirits that put me to sleep for so many hours. I would love to think that they were greeting their beautiful sister and taking her own to the next plane.
There is never a dull moment around here (but most of them I remember) that for sure. Now, let’s see what I can get on here for you today!
I love each and everyone of you,