It is simply heartbreaking

-to decide to euthanize your favorite pet.

Grayson was not even a year old but the best little silkie rooster he could be. You could see the pride he took in taking care of the flock even though he was the youngest. I raised him from his second day of life and from then on he wanted nothing more than a good neck rub (which he received every evening as he sat on my chest and extended his neck over my shoulder).

I did my best to provide a perfect home life that was secure and healty.
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When he first got sick I started searching for answers and did whatever it took to try and make him well, but to no avail. This morning he lost control of both legs and I knew it was the day. To prolong it would be nothing more than selfish. I thought I would be “OK” as I knew that it was the right thing to do, but as soon as the veterinarian did the injection, a sadness came over me in a way that is indescribable. The tears still roll down my face.

It is a terrible thing to choose for something to die when you want it to live.

Goodbye Grayson

November 2, 2009 – May 17, 2010

 

Thank you all for the condolences. Oddly it gets worse; in past couple of hours I lost another one: my white hen Laurent passed away. I am numb. I had a flock of 5 and one of my hens went broody so my breeder sent me 6 eggs. Out of those 6, 2 hatched a week ago. In a matter of a week I gained 2 through my first hatch and I lost 2. As the Rolling Stones said "You can't always get what you want...You get what you need."