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It was a vicious & unpremeditated attack

08 Dec 08

Barkes Corner Vet

It was a vicious and unpremeditated attack. It happened at night after she had finished her dinner. She was just cleaning up, doing her ablutions and getting ready to settle down for the night-dozing into that half napping relaxation before bedtime. Her attacker was a known offender who had been planning the assault for some time. He had watched his victim day and night. He knew her routines, knew when she was most vulnerable. Knew when her usual sharp awareness of danger was at its lowest ebb. Her attacker’s gang affiliations were well known. They had perfected the art of a kind and soft exterior, but this belied a ruthless cold and calculating interior. Stories abound of their callous and cruel acts of torture and terror. The young and innocent were their main victims. The vulnerable and weak would be brought back to their home patch where they would be displayed and humiliated in front of their leaders before summarily being killed, the bodies desecrated and carelessly abandoned.


The surgeon said that her wounds were some of the worst he had ever seen. The skin had been torn from her back, the lacerations deep to her shoulder and spine. She was lucky that no vital organs had been targeted by the vicious stabbing but she had still lost a lot of blood, she was weak and the danger of infection high. She had dragged herself to the front door until her screams had attracted the attention of a family close by. They rang the emergency service immediately. Ten minutes later they were at the hospital. The surgeon quickly assessed her injuries and rushed her into surgery. Slowly but surely her wounds were cleaned, the jigsaw of her injuries pieced back together, her skin margins gently apposed and sutured into there normal position once again. The family, some to traumatized to come to the hospital and now being looked after by relatives, described how her attacker had repeatedly stabbed her, pulled her to the ground. How she had been able to escape only by crawling away into hiding while her attacker distracted by the nearby people had fled from the house.


Her recovery was by no means certain. She would need antibiotics for some time. The following day she was able with assistance to drink a little fluid and had taken a passing interest in some food. She was able to move a little more freely. It would be some days before she was strong enough to return to her room again. Physically there would be scars of course. Any reminders of her attacker sent her into a panic and it would be many days before she found her confidence again. She would need lots of family support and we wish Ruby the mouse all the very best in her recovery.

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