It's my fault. It's my husband's fault. Accidents happen. **** happens. It's nobody's fault. Blah blah blah. I took it hard. I've played it over and over in my head. It's taken a week to get back here to post because I just couldn't handle it. My baby silkie who was just over a month old, Peanut, was taken by a neighborhood dog while we were out to dinner. I found feathers on the ground where she was taken. The other five birds were fine because they could fly away and escape. But not Peanut. She was trapped and couldn't get away so she is gone now. I laid down in the yard and just sobbed. It's hard now, a week later to even type this without getting emotional. I was so thrilled to have a silkie. I felt so blessed. She was so sweet, so gentle and just my baby. I absolutely adored her and without a doubt she was my favorite. Now she's gone. I still have the other five and they are doing marvelously. The part that tears me up the most was I can't imagine what it must have been like for her. I hope it was fast and painless. I prayed to God she didn't suffer. I miss her dearly.
Peanut R.I.P.
Peanut R.I.P.