I lost my beoved Ferdinand today. He was very sick and I treated him with both Coccidiostats and with Antibiotics. I fed him scrambled eggs and brought him fresh clover every day. This morning he died in my arms after a 14 day battle with his mystery illness. 3 days ago he stopped eating and drinking and I did everything I could for him. Then to make things just that much better i was told by the woman I'm currently staying with that I must not care about my chickens! She told me that since I KILLED Ferdinand that I just must not care about my chickens or love them at all! That for me is more than an insult, it is an attack on my character! It broke my heart to hear that anyone could think I didn't love my chickens! I can't even express in words how hurt and angry I feel right now. I killed him! How could she even think that! I suppose she just didn't notice how hard I was crying while I burried him on the hill behind the house. i even left flowers for him. I have decided to move out after hearing her say this. I can't live with someone who thinks that about me. She also said a few other things to me today that I won't repeat. They were also equally as insulting! Please reassure me of something. I do love my chickens, right?