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The hardest part of letting an animal into your life is losing them. Their lives are so short in comparison to our own. The duty of being their parent or owner, however you see it, is to make their journey through life as enjoyable as possible. Monty was born on the 31st of May 2012 and died on the 26th of January 2013 from a suspected hormonal seizure. I can only say it wasn’t long enough. He was passed on to us with his sisters Bea and Alice at eight hours old, Monty at only 6 hours. We were told he needed help to get out of his egg, then that his mother did not think he would live and rejected him. For the early part of his ducklinghood he remained half the size of his sisters, and we were praised for keeping him alive. His weight started to snowball and soon we had the most handsome, gentlemanly drake we had yet the pleasure of meeting. I thought it only appropriate his final photograph on the blog was one with Alice. If I have ever seen romance between two ducks it was these two. Despite Alice’s sight problems we knew he would look after her, he would always herd her where she needed to be. The girls were so quiet after his death and are still not their usual selves. Out of the six siblings Monty, Bea and Alice left behind, three then passed away. We are certain he would not have lived without us, and we would probably not have met him or his siblings without the also untimely death of Angelina, who was also the smallest of her own clutch. My partner joked as he drove us to the crematorium that I should stop asking for the runts. Holding Monty in my arms I answered through tears that it was worth it. It is. Again, I thank you all for enjoying his life with us. Thank you.