I'm in my teens, and we've had our flock for almost 2 years. Last month we had our first death in the flock. My little Sultan male had been sick since November and we kept him in the basement under a brooder lamp with food and water and gave him plenty of love. He had an upper Respiratory Infection and we were treating him with powdered medication which wasn't working. One night I left him with an empty food container in his cage and he got his head stuck in it. I went downstairs the next morning before school to check up on him and on my way down, I called: "Wake up Fuzzy, my little sunshine!" I saw he wasn't standing and saw that his head was trapped in the contaner. He sufficated and I knew he must have been in alot of pain.
Please, please don't cry too much over something you had no control over. It wasn't your fault. I've been having alot of grief for days and days and weeks about this. He's burried in the yard and I can visit him however often I wish, but it feels like I'll never really pay off my dues.
Our first loss and I'm to blame for a stupid, irresponsible act.