FWIW, when our Clover was near the end a few weeks back, I spent much of the day holding her, rocking her in our porch swing & reading to her. She seemed to rest more easily listening to "The Secret Garden," only opening her eyes when a particularly raucous noise from the coop would rouse her for a few seconds.
Though we were prepared to put her down, we were spared that when she died in her sleep that night.
I never thought I'd cry over a chicken, but I have, more than a few times. They grab at your heart when you least expect it & don't let go.
Silly as it may sound, I told Clover that it was okay to go & that before she'd know it, she'd be in the Great yet Endless Coop in the Sky. No hawks, no coons, all the scratch she could eat. And watermelon every day. She'll be waiting for your Violet.
Gotta quit before I start crying all over my keyboard again.
Strength & caring from all of us.