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Dough Hill
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- Apr 28, 2023
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Sad to report my Sapphire Gem Hen I named Sweety has passed away. She hasn’t been feeling well for a couple weeks. She was 3 years old with no health issues that I could tell I’m suspecting it might had been a Snake bite I’ve seen this before in my pass hens or maybe it was just her time. I had her on some Meds but she just kept going down hill. I’ll miss you Sweety meeting me at the Hen Scratch barrel every evening and eating out of my hand.
I am so sorry!!
She was a gorgeous girl, it's always heartbreaking to lose them.
It sounds to me like she wasn't wondering why you left her when you walked away, but rather she was telling you she was going to be leaving you soon. Some say dogs know when their time is coming and I'd like to think chickens do too. Chickens know when we are caring deeply for them, it's built into creatures to be able to read their flock mates. She knew you all your intentions were pure and that you were doing your best to help her heal. They know when they are loved and do become dependent on us because they feel safe to let us in. She's still with you, I still see my favorite "Tillie" in the run some evenings, standing tall, cackling away, it's been 5 years since she passed. Your girl will always be at your side, waiting at the scratch barrel.
Anyway when it was her time, she did the death flap for days and if I happen to catch her, she'd stop and continue living. She was dying but I swear, she refused to go. She came to me in a dream one night, I got up and I could tell she was ready to go. She had a joyful look in her eyes as I scooped her up in my hands and took her into bed with me, (she always wanted to sleep with me all her life). Anyway I insisted she let go and told her it was ok to do so. She took a deep breath, exhaled her little soul and died in my hands. I felt very honored she wanted me there with her. But the point of this LONG story is,
I get it on your father. My dad died in 2013, he was in the hospital in Florida a few days before his passing. My brother begged me to fly there to see him one last time. I just couldn't do it. It's pretty traumatic to lose our parents. And alas, we all get too old to do what we used to do!
I still hike 2 miles a day, eat right and stay in shape, but I am tired anymore, I have to push myself to do everything. Anyway... can't wait to see photos of Half Pint! 