Goodbye, Amber.

Discussion in 'Pictures & Stories of My Chickens' started by Blue_Myst, Aug 1, 2011.

  1. Blue_Myst

    Blue_Myst Chillin' With My Peeps

    Feb 5, 2009
    (Warning: long post ahead. One of my favorite hens just passed this morning, and I had to type up a few thoughts to remember her by. She was a friendly little gal and really one of a kind, for a chicken.)

    Dear Amber,

    Do you remember, all those years ago, when I picked you up from the feed store? You were a little thing then, able to fit in the palm of my hand. You were so small and fluffy–I was so sure you were going to blow across the yard like a tumbleweed with the slightest breeze! Of course, you never did. But if you’d had, I’m sure you’d be laughing the whole way.

    Do you remember how fast you grew up? At a week old you were queen of the basement, exploring all that wonderful playground of boxes, paint cans, and, of course, your human servants. You liked to leap off our laps, scare me to death throwing yourself onto the concrete floor, run in little circles, then do it all over again!

    [​IMG]

    I’m sure you remember your dog crate home. How you used to fly out of it every morning as soon as I opened the door and begin trying to eat every one of my freckles. You were so proud of rescuing your momma from those horrible dots! I’d laugh at your proud strut after a job well done while trying not to cry from the pain.

    Surely you must remember your first time outside! You were the first of your sisters to step out from the cardboard box and look up at the sky, marveling at how big the world really was. Of course, you promptly forget this new revelation as you discovered the joy of dry encrusted worms on the driveway. Every day after you’d beg to be let outside; it was impossible to curve your desire for adventure!

    I don’t know about you, but I remember that first night in your new temporary coop. I’d come out in the late evening to check on you, and, wouldn’t you know it, you and your sisters decided to dig your claws into my clothes, perch on my head, and never let go! I felt so bad pulling your claws out of my hopelessly ruined clothes and putting you to bed. You cried your little heart out as it got all dark, but when I came out that next morning, you were the happiest little chick I’d ever set eyes on! Why? Because it was time to explore!

    [​IMG]

    Do you remember the first time you met the big, bad broody girls? Well, they weren’t broody at the time, but they were so often that it was hard to tell when the weren’t! They had a hard time keeping up with you, you were too fast for them. But, hey, they warmed up to you, and yesterday you were best of friends, running through the grass and digging in the compost together in perfect harmony. A worm shared was a good token of your friendship.

    I feel so bad when I remember that first time you tore your crown. You weren’t even a year old, and you’d given yourself a horrible cut on the back of your head. You weren’t happy about being examined, but you were patient, and I was able to get you fixed up. From that day on, your crown was always crooked in the back. But you know what? It was so you!

    [​IMG]

    Amber, if there’s one thing I remember about you, it’s the way you treated your fellow animals! At the age of four weeks you were all ready scaring the wits out of our kitty, who learned to watch you from a safe distance or he’d get a swift kick to the legs. Safety for you, however, was relative. I remember when someone came home and yelled that there was a fox out back with you and your sisters, and that he’d seen you chasing a fox into the field! I was so scared for you, and we searched and searched for a whole hour and couldn’t find you anywhere! I was about to give up hope when, wouldn’t you know it, you ran out of the field, disheveled and angry, but unharmed. You were just thirteen weeks old. Whether it was butterflies, bunnies, deer or foxes, you always had some trick up your sleeve! I remember seeing you sprint across the yard, a chicken smile over your face while you chased some poor little rabbit into the fields. You involved your sister Buffy in your next diabolical plan, defending the compost pile from an enemy deer. The contest was a draw, but you didn’t stop there! I remember last winter hearing someone yell that a hawk had just dove down and tried to grab one of your buddies! I ran outside and, wouldn’t you know it, there were feathers everywhere! Yet when I came into the coop, everyone was alive and well. From one look it was clear that the hawk had dove for you, Amber, but all you were missing were a few tail feathers! I was scared, but more for the hawk than you. I never saw him again.

    And then you got sick.

    I remember treating you for everything I could think of, from worms to infection, from crop problems to forcing you to eat castor oil. Nothing helped, and you just got sicker and sicker. Finally I brought you inside, thinking that the end was near, but I’d underestimated you. I had nursed you back to health in a matter of days, and it wasn’t long before you were running with your buddies to go pick the newly ripened berries dropped from the trees.

    But you got sick again, and this time I knew it was the end. I treated you as I had before, with no effect, and all I could do was watch and make your life a little more comfortable. But you didn’t feel the pain I was feeling at watching you struggle–you wanted to live, and so I let you. Even when you were gasping for breath, you were out running around with your sisters, eating bugs and rolling in the dirt. Even when it seemed you were on your deathbed, you jumped right back up and had your fill of watermelon, corn, and all that good stuff you loved. Even while you chased rabbits and lead expeditions to the neighbor’s bird feeder, I knew that you wouldn’t last the winter. Today, I was proven right.

    Amber, you were the roughest-toughest BO of the ‘hood. You were tomboy, egg machine, fox-chaser and tough cookie all rolled into one. You were truly one of a kind, and both your sisters and I miss you terribly. But at the same time, we feel blessed to have had you a part of our lives.

    Goodbye, Amber.

    [​IMG]
     
  2. speckledhen

    speckledhen Intentional Solitude Premium Member

    I'm so sorry for your loss. They're such special little personalities. RIP, Amber.
     
  3. Gerbil

    Gerbil Oh, Crazy!

    Jun 24, 2010
    That was beautiful, [​IMG]
    She sure was one happy chicken, rest in peace Amber.
     
  4. ChicksterJo

    ChicksterJo Chillin' With My Peeps

    Feb 19, 2011
    Grounded on Earth
    What a beautiful eulogy for such a sweet looking chicken. [​IMG] [​IMG]
    My condolences for losing her.
     
  5. The Turken Lady

    The Turken Lady Chillin' With My Peeps

    I am so sorry for your loss. [​IMG]
     
  6. sunny & the 5 egg layers

    sunny & the 5 egg layers Overrun With Chickens

    4,713
    160
    296
    Mar 29, 2011
    I am so, so sorry for your loss! [​IMG]

    You couldn't have writen it better!! She sounded like such a little character! I am so very sorry for your loss! [​IMG]
     
  7. SilkieChickenLover336

    SilkieChickenLover336 Chillin' With My Peeps

    1,310
    16
    163
    Feb 16, 2011
    New Jersey
    [​IMG] [​IMG] That was very very very beautiful..... i pray for you... [​IMG] [​IMG]
     
  8. Balefire

    Balefire Chillin' With My Peeps

    635
    1
    121
    Apr 11, 2011
    Orwigsburg PA
    THE RAINBOW BRIDGE



    When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.



    All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.



    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.



    You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.



    Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

    Author unknown...


    I'm so sorry for your loss
     
  9. Skitz

    Skitz Skitz15k

    6,585
    17
    276
    Nov 11, 2008
    Texas
    [​IMG] RIP Amber
     
  10. BovieVei

    BovieVei Chillin' With My Peeps

    283
    0
    99
    Jul 26, 2011
    Walnut Creek, CA
    That was so sad. She sounds like she was very special. I'm so sorry.[​IMG]
     

BackYard Chickens is proudly sponsored by