Well, our injured chicken finally left today. Her injures were starting to heal up, however there was one really deep one that we thought needed stitches. We took her to an exotic vet that works with chickens. He took a look and confirmed our suspicion. He wanted to keep her over night so he could perform the operation and watch her recovery the next day. We all said good-bye to Fuzzy, and we left expecting to come pick her up in the morning.
About 2 hours later we get a call from the vets office. He told us that he had put the gas on her to put her to sleep so he could perform the operation. He went away for 20 seconds to put on his gloves, came back, and found her gone. The vet tried what he could to get her to come back. She obviously hadn't been gone that long. But after a long weekend of fighting, feeling the peace of sleeping soundlessly made her realize that it would be okay to go. The vet checked. It wasn't from the gas. It was her own willingness, and giving up. At least I got to say goodbye and I know she died peacefully unlike the others.
