So word is in..... She was internally laying. “Full of scrambled egg texture gunk” also “what looked like infected soft shelled egg”

Said she looked really healthy other then that. I guess Frannie knew best. She took the choice out of my hands. I would have tried everything to save her. She didn’t put me through that.
 
So word is in..... She was internally laying. “Full of scrambled egg texture gunk” also “what looked like infected soft shelled egg”

Said she looked really healthy other then that. I guess Frannie knew best. She took the choice out of my hands. I would have tried everything to save her. She didn’t put me through that.

You gave her a good life. Sometimes that is all we can do :hugs
 
Nunny, I'm so very sorry about Frannie. She knows you love her, she didn't pass on the floor alone. As hard as it is to have them pass in your arms, it would hurt more if I knew they were all alone at that moment.

I can totally relate, but there wouldn't have been much you could have done other than draining her abdomen repeatedly, antibiotics and birth control. Even then, it sounds like this was going on for quite a while and I honestly don't think anything short of spaying and having all of the egg material removed would have saved her. There was really no way to know it was happening without her being in the living arrangement that our chickens are in, which also means there would have been nothing you could have done any differently. Gurtrude was blessed to find us, and we were blessed to have her.
 
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Our last thunder storm made national news. We normally don't get that much lightening, and we had hail the size of marbles, which is unusual. Our hail is normally small pellet size. I enjoyed the whole thing, it's been almost 30 yrs since I've seen a good, old fashioned Midwest thunder f storm, so I sat out on the front porch to watch.
 
So word is in..... She was internally laying. “Full of scrambled egg texture gunk” also “what looked like infected soft shelled egg”

Said she looked really healthy other then that. I guess Frannie knew best. She took the choice out of my hands. I would have tried everything to save her. She didn’t put me through that.

It is good to know the why of it. It still stinks that she is gone. I am glad you had someone who could do the necropsy for you.

Henny, I'm so very sorry about Frannie. She knows you love her, she didn't pass on the floor alone. As hard as it is to have them pass in your arms, it would hurt more if I knew they were all alone at that moment.

I can totally relate, but there wouldn't have been much you could have done other than draining her abdomen repeatedly, antibiotics and birth control. Even then, it sounds like this was going on for quite a while and I honestly don't think anything short of spaying and having all of the egg material removed would have saved her. There was really no way to know it was happening without her being in the living arrangement that our chickens are in, which also means there would have been nothing you could have done any differently. Gurtrude was blessed to find us, and we were blessed to have her.

I know you meant this for Nunny. ;)

I wanted to say that even though losing Gertrude like you did you helped me learn quite a bit through it all. I am grateful to you for sharing through the process of diagnosis, treatment and yes even loss. :hugs
 

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