Before I go into a post long and wide about her little quirks and perfections.. I can't type right right now..
I would like to say that Butter was family to me, not just a pet. I loved her almost as much as my human family.. I'm really in tears here.
She was a beautiful little girl, she made a little coo sound when you picked her up. She never protested about being carried around, and she came to me for treats and hugs. A few days before her death, she started sulking and standing up like a... a penguin. She would stand in places for hours at a time with her neck in like she was cold. She came to me more in these few days and I didn't know anything was wrong.
When I opened the chicken house door this morning, I was attacked by all the chickens, like normal. Flying partridge OEGS and a jumping duck. Chicks taking flight and flying straight out of the door. I looked around the cat carrier that they use as a nest, and saw her. She was dead, lying on the shavings. I think she was eggbound or had a heart attack. No visible injuries.
Butter is the golden one.
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She was a beautiful little girl, she made a little coo sound when you picked her up. She never protested about being carried around, and she came to me for treats and hugs. A few days before her death, she started sulking and standing up like a... a penguin. She would stand in places for hours at a time with her neck in like she was cold. She came to me more in these few days and I didn't know anything was wrong.
When I opened the chicken house door this morning, I was attacked by all the chickens, like normal. Flying partridge OEGS and a jumping duck. Chicks taking flight and flying straight out of the door. I looked around the cat carrier that they use as a nest, and saw her. She was dead, lying on the shavings. I think she was eggbound or had a heart attack. No visible injuries.
Butter is the golden one.
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