Thank you, girl. It's so hard losing her, she was literally one of my best friends even if she was just a chicken, but I know shes not suffering anymore. I've never been sure that I did something right when putting a chicken down, always a what if, but now I know now that shes not in pain anymore.Asdfgh, it always seems like 5 is the deciding year. They either make it past it, and stick around for practically ever, or go then. I've lost more girls than I can count between 4 and 5. It's such a freakishly exact pattern that still gets me every time.
Oh, man, Butterscotch, that sounds so rough. @-@ I'm glad to hear that you weren't hurt any worse, though.
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Poor guy indeed. I didn't know what a foxtail was before this, but that looks like agony to have in your eye. x-x
Oh my word, girl, don't apologize to me.
I'm so sorry you lost that spicy gal. She was such a character that I loved hearing about- especially with all of her crazy comb adventures. And I can say with assurance that you gave her the absolute best treatment possible, as you always do. Take all the time you need, of course, and you've got my prayers.
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She was one of a kind, though, and I will never forget her, and there will always be a gap where she should be in the flock, but at least I got to know her, y'know? She could have been sold off to some farmer that would have culled her 3 years ago when she had egg bound. At least I know I gave her the best life that I possibly could, and she was literally spoiled like a queen.