I had a Roo. Raised him from one month old. He enjoyed being held, followed me everywhere, and was very smart. One day, he attacked my husband. Another day, my daughter. Then the day came that he caught me totally by surprise. Drew blood and I had so much pain the next day where his sharp claws penetrated that I had to go get an antibiotic shot at the clinic . Eventually, after many close calls and many more punctures, we had to have him euthanized. I thought my heart would break and I cried so hard I couldn’t breath. I buried him by the garden and yes, my throat starts to hurt and eyes start to tear when I go near his resting place. He was a little over 2 years of age and even started getting aggressive with my hens. I loved that Roo with all my heart and I still find myself choking up whenever I think or talk about him. He was mommy’s boy and my baby. Even at age 2. I miss him a lot.