Those long timers might remember the antics of my silly little showgirl, Dash and my barred rock Lily. My Lily is still hanging in, but now all the other originals are gone. Dash passed on this afternoon, she was suffering egg problems but was hanging in there. She was my house chicken that had the roam of the house, slept on the futon at night and came into my room every morning to wake me, chattering away, pecking at dust bunnies and generally making a lovely nuisance of herself. She was like my puppy that never grew up, and I always greeted her every morning. I knew she was sick, since there was some poop on the futon this last week, and she has never in her life pooped in her sleeping place. And she wasnt eating properly, I was going to call my vet that got her thru this last time and get some more antibiotics for her. She greeted me this morning and was bopping around like she felt a little better. I went in to give her some food before we left for town, and discovered her warm body in my bedroom. She had been pecking around and got her head caught in my decorative carving under my dresser. It appeared she struggled and had a heart attack. I feel so guilty I didnt check on her earlier, I saw her and just thought she was resting. : I will miss her so so much, she was my lovebug, my lil babygal that made me smile every day at her goofy personality. No more chicken pulling on my shirt sleeves or pant legs for a goodie. No enquiring looks as to when I was going to pick her up and pet on her. No chattering in with that goofy sound she made, no like any other chicken. No coming in and sleeping at my headboard til I got up. Oh Dear little Dash, I will miss you so. RIP, my baby and keep Mom happy up there, you are her favorite lil chicken, ya know. My consolation is that at least it was fast, unlike the long painful death the internal laying will do to them.