The loss of a beloved ducky.

When I was 8, I was molested by my 12 year old step brother. I immediately told my mother. She passed it off as "kids being curious." I started waking up to him touching me while I slept EVERY NIGHT. When I was 10 he started raping me. By 12 I was looking for any and every way in my power to commit suicide. My mother found out about the rape and had me committed to a mental health facility for a month. Authorities forced us to no longer live with my step brother & step father and I was in a dark, dark place. I tried another 2 times to commit suicide, but one day, in the midst of my worst, we were driving passed our house and a baby wood duck ran across the street. Sadly, all of his siblings and mom had been hit by a car. I took him in and nursed him back to health. I took classes, spent hundreds of dollars and got licensed to keep him. When he started flying, I tried to let him go. He came back and never EVER left my side again. That was 18 years ago. My beloved Ducky Man just passed away this Saturday and I am so crushed. 18 years and 2 kids later and I just realized how much I really needed that little guy. I owe my life to him.