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gryeyes, so sorry about your guy. He sounds very special.
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LInda, it is never easy to lose a friend, especially one as special as Jack. He clearly made an impact in your life and you will miss him for a long time. Bury him when you are ready to say good bye, been there. (( hugs))I feel sort of silly posting this, what with recent bad news certainly overshadowing it, but I found my house rooster, Jack, dead on the sofa this morning. He was still warm, but gone. My silly, special needs WCB Polish boy would surely have died months ago had I not brought him into the house permanently, after the third time he suffered crest and head pecking damage, so he had some very special time with me, but I didn't think he would die with so little warning.
He was a little off last night, holding his wings away from his body as he perched on the back on the sofa. He also wanted to snuggle right against my body. I brought him a cup of water and he drank quite a bit, eagerly.
He has never shown all that much energy (except when crowing!) and his movements have always been measured and deliberate, due to his blind eye. He never ran or scampered anywhere, the two pullets often ran past him and he'd start turning circles as if the girls' passing had enough force to whirl him around like some cartoon scene. I had to encourage him to jump up on the sofa and he always clawed /climbed up my torso or the arm of the sofa to get to the sofa back. So, he's never been "right" - I just didn't expect to find him dead.
I could always tell it was Jack walking around - laminate floors - and his steps sounded like he stomped everywhere, carefully placing his feet for each step. He stopped frequently, as if to rest in his explorations.
I am so sad. Quivery lip sad, leaky eyes. I wrapped him in a t-shirt but am not ready to bury him
yet. He was a big lunk of feathered, trusting company.
So sorry about your loss, Linda. I know how much enjoyment he brought you and how much company he was. He was truly a lucky chicken haveing spent the last weeks of his life in the warm embrace of his human who adored him, shared her sofa, her soup and her heart, with him. There is no greater blessing than to die happy, and I assure you, he did. Greive, cry, mourn your loss, and resign yourself to miss him for selfish reasons, and then, when you can, think of him only with fond thoughts of the special joy he gave you with his special little personality and be glad you knew him.
Cyn - Hope you stay well, or get well quick!