- Apr 7, 2009
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We lost our 5-year old hen Connie last week, it was our first hen to go to the big coop in the sky. I was shocked at how hard it was to say goodbye to our girl. Looking into her big gold eyes for the last time filled me with sorrow.
So I up and designed a line of chicken sympathy cards:
http://www.zazzle.com/chickensympathy
I am a bit sheepish about promoting this here, however this is not going to be a moneymaker for me by any means. Let’s face it, if there was ever a niche product, it would be chicken sympathy cards. I designed these to fill what I felt was a void of comfort and support for those who have lost a chicken. They are pets and friends in every sense, but there is virtually nothing in place to offer solace to those whose flock is forever changed.
I aim to offer something for everyone: cards that are more traditional in their sentiment, and country-style cards that express simple comfort and caring. Any ideas for cards, please let me know. I want to add more and more. It has been so therapeutic for me to design these cards.
I am also very interested in hearing about other methods of expressing chicken sympathy that others have created. I know that to have a flock means that one day we will lose a hen or chick, and I would love to hear how others have dealt with it, both for themselves and for others.
Here’s Connie’s story: she was fine one day, scratching around with the other gals, then the next day she would not stand up. I looked online and one possible diagnosis was egg binding, and this was a diagnosis I could attempt to treat, so my husband and I started giving her saunas and warm baths. It was the weekend and the vet was closed, so I thought if she didn't improve we would take her in Monday morning first thing. She just got worse and worse, and was in obvious pain and discomfort, which broke my heart. Monday morning the vet slotted her in first thing, and did a very thoughtful and thorough exam. She believed Connie had cancer, and recommended putting her down. I had anticipated this, but it didn’t make the decision any easier. I was a wreck but all the folks at the vet were so kind…I never felt like they considered her “just a chicken.” Several of the other vet employees had chickens too! They understood. An autopsy later confirmed liver cancer. My husband and I fetched Connie’s little body from the vet and we buried her in our yard. Within the day, I was hatching chicken sympathy card concepts…these were the sentiments that I wanted to receive as I grieved for our sweet girl.
So I up and designed a line of chicken sympathy cards:
http://www.zazzle.com/chickensympathy
I am a bit sheepish about promoting this here, however this is not going to be a moneymaker for me by any means. Let’s face it, if there was ever a niche product, it would be chicken sympathy cards. I designed these to fill what I felt was a void of comfort and support for those who have lost a chicken. They are pets and friends in every sense, but there is virtually nothing in place to offer solace to those whose flock is forever changed.
I aim to offer something for everyone: cards that are more traditional in their sentiment, and country-style cards that express simple comfort and caring. Any ideas for cards, please let me know. I want to add more and more. It has been so therapeutic for me to design these cards.
I am also very interested in hearing about other methods of expressing chicken sympathy that others have created. I know that to have a flock means that one day we will lose a hen or chick, and I would love to hear how others have dealt with it, both for themselves and for others.
Here’s Connie’s story: she was fine one day, scratching around with the other gals, then the next day she would not stand up. I looked online and one possible diagnosis was egg binding, and this was a diagnosis I could attempt to treat, so my husband and I started giving her saunas and warm baths. It was the weekend and the vet was closed, so I thought if she didn't improve we would take her in Monday morning first thing. She just got worse and worse, and was in obvious pain and discomfort, which broke my heart. Monday morning the vet slotted her in first thing, and did a very thoughtful and thorough exam. She believed Connie had cancer, and recommended putting her down. I had anticipated this, but it didn’t make the decision any easier. I was a wreck but all the folks at the vet were so kind…I never felt like they considered her “just a chicken.” Several of the other vet employees had chickens too! They understood. An autopsy later confirmed liver cancer. My husband and I fetched Connie’s little body from the vet and we buried her in our yard. Within the day, I was hatching chicken sympathy card concepts…these were the sentiments that I wanted to receive as I grieved for our sweet girl.
