I feel so awful. I was walking Fenway and he was smelling some holes in the woods. Well one of the holes was facing the opposite of me and I didn't see anything. Well Fenway did. He lunged and grabbed a hold of a kit and shook it. I was screaming and telling him to drop it. He did. So I tied him up & went to check on the kit. It was breathing, but bleeding from it's mouth. So I took Fenway home & called a wildlife rehabilitator. She said to pick the kit up with a shovel and put him in a box and bring him to her so she could either put it to sleep or help it. I only had a kitty carrier so I had to try to scoop it up with a shovel and it kept falling off my shovel. I wanted to just pick it up with my bare hands, but it was too dangerous. I was finally able to scoop it up and put it in the carrier. I drove about 80 miles an hour to the wildlife rehabilitator's home. But it was too late. The kit had died. The wildlife rehabilitator said it had a fractured skull.
I fell so awful. I didn't tell Fenway he was bad boy. He is a terrier and that's what he is bred to do. But I kept asking why he did that. He know's I'm upset about it.
We won't be going near those holes ever again.
If you can, please say a prayer for the kit. I'm so sorry kit. I'm so sorry.
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