lunaticfishboy
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- Mar 31, 2022
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Today I am traumatized and heartbroken. I have found my baby Silkie’s dead body under a shed floor.
I raised 4 bantam chicks from TSC , 2 of them were red Cochins, one was a black one I don’t remember the name but he did get killed by a fox and we never found his body, and 1 Silkie hen.
Here is a recent photo I took of her.
Her name was Lulu. She was going to turn a year old in May this year. I held her in my arms when she was only a tiny fluffy chick and today I held her cold, bloody, half-severed body close to my heart and cried my lungs out as loud as I could. A female cat that we used to call “dear” to us had killed Lulu while she was trying her best to protect and hatch a single egg which I found that was never even fertile. She was so determined to hatch it. She sat on it for about 3 weeks.
This is her sitting on multiple infertile eggs.
Lulu was my sweet girl who never denied a cuddle when I came outside to see her small flock. She loved when I picked her up and hugged her. And now she’s gone. My baby girl is gone. I’m not mentally stable and I haven’t been for quite a few years. So part of me is going “Go batshit! Go bonkers! Kill and butcher and eat that cat and take revenge!” and the other half is going “You totally failed to prevent the death of her. You deserve to be hurt in every way, its time to reach for the razor blades again.” I can’t process the overwhelming pain this has brought upon me.
It’s April 1st and I wish this was all just a bad prank but its not. I’m devastated and empty. I feel so numb and I feel like I can’t talk anymore. Please help me learn how to not make this the reason I die.
I raised 4 bantam chicks from TSC , 2 of them were red Cochins, one was a black one I don’t remember the name but he did get killed by a fox and we never found his body, and 1 Silkie hen.
Here is a recent photo I took of her.
Her name was Lulu. She was going to turn a year old in May this year. I held her in my arms when she was only a tiny fluffy chick and today I held her cold, bloody, half-severed body close to my heart and cried my lungs out as loud as I could. A female cat that we used to call “dear” to us had killed Lulu while she was trying her best to protect and hatch a single egg which I found that was never even fertile. She was so determined to hatch it. She sat on it for about 3 weeks.
This is her sitting on multiple infertile eggs.
Lulu was my sweet girl who never denied a cuddle when I came outside to see her small flock. She loved when I picked her up and hugged her. And now she’s gone. My baby girl is gone. I’m not mentally stable and I haven’t been for quite a few years. So part of me is going “Go batshit! Go bonkers! Kill and butcher and eat that cat and take revenge!” and the other half is going “You totally failed to prevent the death of her. You deserve to be hurt in every way, its time to reach for the razor blades again.” I can’t process the overwhelming pain this has brought upon me.
It’s April 1st and I wish this was all just a bad prank but its not. I’m devastated and empty. I feel so numb and I feel like I can’t talk anymore. Please help me learn how to not make this the reason I die.