Red was one of my first out of three chickens. She is three years old now but became an internal layer a little over a year ago. She LOVED being outside and a coop chicken, she took to it well when we moved to the country. She was always BOSS hen, and ate like a pig. Lately when I would go to the coop, she wouldnt push for food anymore, wouldnt even go out of the coop when I opened the doors, poor thing and afraid of the roosters. So I brought her in, after all, she is my first chicken and my lovebug. I have been feeding her people food, but two days ago she went til where she wont even accept hamburger, just apple sauce and peeled grapes, very soft things. I know she is on her way out. I came into the kitchen yesterday, was cleaning up after the duck who manages to get out every morning and make a mess. She was laying on her side, with her head stretched out like she was dead. I was almost happy her pain was over, she hasnt laid an egg in over a year and I am sure her insides are a total mess. The only thing thats brought her this far is sheer determination. She always loves being held with her head over my arm. I softly touched her and called her name. She was still alive but couldnt get up. So I picked her up, got my big needleless syringe and put olive oil with nutmeg oil (painkiller) in her vent. Then I held her, she talked softly to me while I had a good cry, then I peeled some grapes and she actually ate them. She rallied a bit after the oil kicked in, and I fed her three June bugs last night, but I dont have long. She has mites I cant seem to get rid of even with Ivermectin. Maybe it doesnt go thru her system like a bird thats healthy? Anyhow, poor dear has poop all over her behind, I wasnt going to put her thru a bath, but just might today if she feels up to it, she always loves being clean. She is on her way out and I know it. Its a bit heartbreaking to lose her. Thank god I still have Lily and Dash, but out of my very first three chickens, she is the last. I would post a picture, but I havent taken any recently, wanting to remember her the way she was when young and feisty.