This afternoon it became apparent that Lovey was not going to make it after her brief rally Friday night/Saturday morning.
She stopped eating and drinking (I got as much water down her as I could) and became unable to stand or sit upright again.
I brought her upstairs this morning and set her up in the bathtub with food, water and towels for comfort & warmth.
I couldn’t force her to spend her last bit of time on this earth locked in the bathroom wrapped in a towel in the bath tub.
I gently took her outside and laid her in the grass under the grape arbor.
She nibbled a bit of grass, laid her head down and that was it.
And of course, I cried like an idiot.
All the books say that I should have just “destroyed’ her immediately because if she had a disease, even one she pulled through from, she would still pose a threat to the rest of my small flock.
I had to try to nurse her back to health.
I know some people think “What’s the big deal;it’s just a chicken”.
She was a sweet bird, a funny bird, she gave me fresh eggs (and occasionally a run for my money)
I’m going to miss her
I know that chickens are fragile creatures who can have a number of congenital issues as well as cancers. She came from a different source than Mary Ann and Ginger,who thankfully appear healthy and happy so who knows. I know I will never get another chicken from that farm.
I’m sad, and I feel guilty.
Mood: Sad and Guilty