- Jan 9, 2010
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I had to kill my little Madeline this evening (2.5 week old Silver Laced Wyandotte). Her twisted leg was getting progressively worse, she was losing the ability to stand, and could no longer walk very well. It was a horrible thing to have to do no matter how justified or humane it was. I wrapped her in a washcloth and held her and cried while my husband used a pair of sharp shears to sever her head at the neck.
I can't call it culling, because I am not a production breeder, these are my pets. And I can't call it euthanizing, because I am fairly sure that having one's head cut off is NOT painless, although I hope it does not last long. I killed her, and I can't sugarcoat it - but I acknowledge that I am dreadfully melodramatic.
This is not the worst thing I have ever had to do, but it ranks pretty well up there.
I can't call it culling, because I am not a production breeder, these are my pets. And I can't call it euthanizing, because I am fairly sure that having one's head cut off is NOT painless, although I hope it does not last long. I killed her, and I can't sugarcoat it - but I acknowledge that I am dreadfully melodramatic.
This is not the worst thing I have ever had to do, but it ranks pretty well up there.
