Yesterday when Cassie got home from school she went to do her chicken chores and found her best show bird (polish) dead in the pen. Don't know why. Now she's convinced all her birds are sick and will die, despite my assurances that Evie was probably 'roo-ed' and harrassed too much lately.
We had a 'birds are fragile' talk, plus a 'yes this has been a really sucky year' talk. And then decided to hatch her some new silkies, since we haven't been very pleased with polish in temperment. So I have a new incubator and am going to try and find her some SQ buffs, reds or partridge since those are her favorite colors. Hatching has always been a team effort for the 2 of us, so maybe it will make things feel a tad more normal as well as give us something to look forward to.
This hurting inside will never ever go away. It may ease, it has to if we're going to survive, but it will never ever be gone. I've worried about how Cassie is coping. Her counselor thinks she's still in shock and just not able to process it all yet. I worry about her intensely. In an effort to not smother her, I'm letting her spend the night with a friend's family tonight.