Late last night I discovered the last RIR a BYC friend by the name of Kelly, gave my grandson, dead in her cage. She was smaller than the other girls and never seemed to be able to catch up. She was fine a few hours earlier, chirping and running around with her pen mates. I come out to check on everyone and I find her by the door, dead. Then I had a very special hen by the name of Lavern. She was such an awesome hen and loved to be held. A few months back she became paralized. I nursed her back to health, but she never acted 100% normal. That didn't matter because she was so special. Then one day her legs and feet weren't paralyzed any longer. Then for the last few days she was going down hill, fast. I knew she was suffering. She coldn't walk any more, couldn't eat or drink and wouldn't hold her head up. Today I decided to end her misery. I had nothing else to use but a gun. It was the hardest thing I had to do and I cried and still tear up as I write this. All I can say for now is she was loved and will be missed.