It was a sad day at the clinic today. Howard, our great horned owl that we raised, passed away. The poor little guy had a seizure that he just couldn't recover from. We are devastated! The staff and the clients all fell in love with him. I remember the day I checked him in. He was a little ball of grey fluff.
Howard was never right. He couldn't fly, wouldn't learn how to hunt, and he had seizures. When you find a baby animal on the ground and you think that they fell from their nest, more than likely Mom kicked them out because she knew that something was wrong with it. That is probably the case here.
We gave Howard almost two years of love, and I spent as much time with him as I do my own pets. I'll miss you Howard!
There are more stories about Howard here if you want to read them. Just look for the label, Howard. There is also a little video at the bottom of this page.
