Labor Day Weekend, I lost my first girl, Rusty. She was about 18 months old and a New Hampshire Red. She had egg yolk peritonitis in early March which nearly killed her. She seemed go recover, and went on hormones to prevent future laying. She had a couple bouts of ascites afterward, but seemed to recover with draining and antibiotics. She was feisty and fought hard to live! She started passing egg material again (really deformed... not resembling egg much) so I got her a new hormone implant. She was very underweight when I brought her in. As she did the first time she went on hormones, she didn't feel well. Also, she has trouble with heat, and the weekend was very hot. Whenever she was not feeling well, she would give me lots of eye contact, as she did Labor Day Weekend. However, I fully expected her not to feel well, with the combination of heat and hormones (plus being underweight and the history of peritonitis followed by another infection... just a fragile girl). Anyway, throughout the weekend, I "dipped" a couple girls in water, only their bodies, of course, which seemed a relief, as they would stop open mouth breathing and stop holding their wings out. My Brahma even came up and asked for a second turn in the dip! So on the second day, Rusty was just standing there facing a bush. She looked like her breathing was a little labored, too. So I picked her up to dip her. To my surprise, she was a bit gurgley, but I figured cooling her might help her feel a little better. Immediately after the dip, she started screaming! After a few screams, I could tell she was gasping for air. I don't know if I gave her a heart attack, collapse what little air space she had left in her lungs, or what. It was HORRIBLE. In a frantic mode, I tipped her butt up thinking I could help clear her airway. She continued to scream stumbled, and collapsed. I realized it was the end, picked her up, she squawked, flailed for a second, and died in my arms. It was very dramatic, and I felt terribly responsible!
Logically, I know she was going to pass at some point anyway in her fragile state, but it really broke my heart that her very last memory of the loving person who "saved" her on multiple occasions ended up "killing" her. Very tough loss for me.
So, now that I have sort of recovered emotionally, what did I do wrong? My neighbor told me she had been doing the yelling/screaming thing over in his yard under his tree earlier that day. I was not aware of that until after she passed. Should I not have dipped her in her fragile state? Should I not have tipped her? Did I cause her to aspirate her crop contents? Any advice would be helpful. I would really like to learn from the whole thing. It was awful. Thanks.
Logically, I know she was going to pass at some point anyway in her fragile state, but it really broke my heart that her very last memory of the loving person who "saved" her on multiple occasions ended up "killing" her. Very tough loss for me.
So, now that I have sort of recovered emotionally, what did I do wrong? My neighbor told me she had been doing the yelling/screaming thing over in his yard under his tree earlier that day. I was not aware of that until after she passed. Should I not have dipped her in her fragile state? Should I not have tipped her? Did I cause her to aspirate her crop contents? Any advice would be helpful. I would really like to learn from the whole thing. It was awful. Thanks.
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