The title pretty much says it all, I put down one of my hens - my favourite hen- nearly a week ago.
She had been sick for weeks and no matter what we did she didn’t seem to be getting any better. There are no vets in our area that see chickens. The day I made the decision, she was mostly just puffed up in her corner with her head under her wing, when I could occasionally get her to move, she would be stumbling and fall easily. She used to be so full of life. I thought it was the right thing to end her pain. In hindsight I wonder if it was the right decision, but I genuinely felt it was the right thing at the time - the kind thing.
I read up on how to do it, and the person who is supposed to help me backed out at the last minute. I didn’t want to make her go through another night. So I decided to go through with it myself.
It was a disaster. I didn’t do it right she wasn’t dead. I tried multiple times, but there was still a heartbeat. I finally thought she was gone, went to get a shovel and came back to discover she wasn’t dead. I grabbed an axe and did what needed to be done. I’m honestly not sure how long the whole thing took but I would guess between five and 10 minutes. Hopefully closer to five.
I am completely devestated by what I’ve done, she deserved so much better. The worst part is I can’t think about my beloved hen without hating myself for how her life ended. When I think of her (all the time) all I think of is her in those last moments.
I know I’m not the only one to not be successful at this - how did others who have been through this get over it? Any advice would be helpful.
She had been sick for weeks and no matter what we did she didn’t seem to be getting any better. There are no vets in our area that see chickens. The day I made the decision, she was mostly just puffed up in her corner with her head under her wing, when I could occasionally get her to move, she would be stumbling and fall easily. She used to be so full of life. I thought it was the right thing to end her pain. In hindsight I wonder if it was the right decision, but I genuinely felt it was the right thing at the time - the kind thing.
I read up on how to do it, and the person who is supposed to help me backed out at the last minute. I didn’t want to make her go through another night. So I decided to go through with it myself.
It was a disaster. I didn’t do it right she wasn’t dead. I tried multiple times, but there was still a heartbeat. I finally thought she was gone, went to get a shovel and came back to discover she wasn’t dead. I grabbed an axe and did what needed to be done. I’m honestly not sure how long the whole thing took but I would guess between five and 10 minutes. Hopefully closer to five.
I am completely devestated by what I’ve done, she deserved so much better. The worst part is I can’t think about my beloved hen without hating myself for how her life ended. When I think of her (all the time) all I think of is her in those last moments.
I know I’m not the only one to not be successful at this - how did others who have been through this get over it? Any advice would be helpful.