I feel so bad. The one chick that was not looking so well when they were finally found has only continued to get weaker and weaker. Not eating, not drinking, wobbly-barely can stand. She had been slowly dying. This morning, she was so weak that the other chicks were trampling her as they ran around. I knew I had to stop the slow suffering dying. But I still feel awful about doing it. Especially since just as I was doing it, she peeped. Only time at all since she arrived that she made any sound. I know it was what was best for her, and to let her continue would have been cruel. But I feel so horrible. I hate it when the rational side and the emotional side can't get in sync.