....It's the last gift of love you can give her, to release her spirit to fly free.
I buried a sweet 4 month old pullet this morning. She was hatched a runt and stopped growing when she was 3 months old. She was less than half the size of one of my full grown bantam hens and looked more like a 2 month old bantam. She stopped eating a day ago and was growing weaker. I said good bye to her last night knowing she was on her way to the Rainbow Bridge and sure enough, I found her dead this morning. Such a sweet little girl. She would fly up and sit on my shoulder when I gave the grow out pen group their food and water or waddle out to greet me every morning.
Rest in peace, Marty. Tinkerbell is waiting to play with you.
I've lost dozens of chickens to Mareks Disease or just to them being stupid. It never gets easier, especially when you have to euthanize one to keep it from suffering.