How hard could it possibly be to find a duck..
You guys are all "So go effn get him"... I guess I didn't include that I was trying to.
I've tried to get in touch with the BigGuy. I'm pretty sure he's blocked my number. *insert eyeroll here*
So I emailed the email addresses I have for him, from email addresses he wouldn't know I have so he couldn't have blocked them. Contacted him on social media. Nothing. Not even a "Go Fuck Yourself"
So I asked the ExWife. She was never a fan of mine, but she's kind enough that she gives a shit about animals, but she had no idea.
I also reached out to my ex-mother-in-law who replied that she would ask him for me. Then promptly blocked me on Facebook. Thanks soooo much.
I reached out to our old mutual friends. Some thought I already had Albie. Some had no idea when he disappeared. Most un-friended me. One, whom I talked to made some rather off-coloured jokes. But can't help me because the BigGuy doesn't know that we still talk. Whatever. Smell ya later.
So - next steps? I don't even know where to start. I've emailed the zoos, petting zoos, farms, sanctuary's, anywhere I can think of. A few got back to me. One kind farmer called me, offering me a few places to check (also told me to check with hunters as they would use Albie to duck-hunt //TheHORROR)
Then a friend asked why I think he is even alive. Why I think he's at some petting zoo.. The BigGuy turned his back on his own children.. what makes me think he didn't just open up the door and kick the duck out like he did to some cat he had when I first met him. (The cat found a home - I made sure of it)
Fuck me. Hind-sight is 20-fuckin-20 isn't it.
I'm really hoping that isn't what happened. I'm hoping he didn't just drop him off at the marsh and walked away..
The thought of poor Albie trying to follow his dad out of the parking lot or huddled up with some other ducks who don't speal his language keeps me up at night.
I'm running out of options. When the petting zoos and farms open again, I'm going to go to all of them and see if I can find a little white duck amidst the various creatures..
If the BigGuy had a shred of decency, he could respond and at least tell me where the fuck he took him, if he's even alive. At least then I'd have some closure. Instead the one who told me about Albie's disappearance got in shit.
I bet the BigGuy is pretty proud of himself right about now..
You guys are all "So go effn get him"... I guess I didn't include that I was trying to.
I've tried to get in touch with the BigGuy. I'm pretty sure he's blocked my number. *insert eyeroll here*
So I emailed the email addresses I have for him, from email addresses he wouldn't know I have so he couldn't have blocked them. Contacted him on social media. Nothing. Not even a "Go Fuck Yourself"
So I asked the ExWife. She was never a fan of mine, but she's kind enough that she gives a shit about animals, but she had no idea.
I also reached out to my ex-mother-in-law who replied that she would ask him for me. Then promptly blocked me on Facebook. Thanks soooo much.
I reached out to our old mutual friends. Some thought I already had Albie. Some had no idea when he disappeared. Most un-friended me. One, whom I talked to made some rather off-coloured jokes. But can't help me because the BigGuy doesn't know that we still talk. Whatever. Smell ya later.
So - next steps? I don't even know where to start. I've emailed the zoos, petting zoos, farms, sanctuary's, anywhere I can think of. A few got back to me. One kind farmer called me, offering me a few places to check (also told me to check with hunters as they would use Albie to duck-hunt //TheHORROR)
Then a friend asked why I think he is even alive. Why I think he's at some petting zoo.. The BigGuy turned his back on his own children.. what makes me think he didn't just open up the door and kick the duck out like he did to some cat he had when I first met him. (The cat found a home - I made sure of it)
Fuck me. Hind-sight is 20-fuckin-20 isn't it.
I'm really hoping that isn't what happened. I'm hoping he didn't just drop him off at the marsh and walked away..
The thought of poor Albie trying to follow his dad out of the parking lot or huddled up with some other ducks who don't speal his language keeps me up at night.
I'm running out of options. When the petting zoos and farms open again, I'm going to go to all of them and see if I can find a little white duck amidst the various creatures..
If the BigGuy had a shred of decency, he could respond and at least tell me where the fuck he took him, if he's even alive. At least then I'd have some closure. Instead the one who told me about Albie's disappearance got in shit.
I bet the BigGuy is pretty proud of himself right about now..