I didn’t intend to write another sad story about how we lost another one of our chickens recently. After all, we have almost 40 birds, and sharing each loss will probably wear on me in time. But this story has a little extra something to it, something hopeful in the midst of sadness, that I wanted to share.
I don’t want to go into the details of her illness, but one of our Golden Comet chickens, Mama G, became sick. At first, she just seemed a bit under the weather, but when she took a turn for the worse, we put her in a cage and kept her inside our entryway in the house, for the cold evenings anyway. During the day we put the cage outside in the sunshine, so she could get fresh air but still be safe from the other birds possibly picking on her.
She didn’t eat or drink much the first day, but after that she started eating and drinking more. After just a couple days she seemed to be getting stronger; she was moving around the cage more, was alert when I went outside with treats for all of them, and she was excited about getting those sunflower seeds.
That evening after the other birds had just gone in the coop for the evening, we decided to let her out and see how she moved around. She ran all the way across the yard to the coop as if she wanted to go to bed with the other birds! We decided we’d keep her in the house for one more night just to be sure.
The next morning when I went into the entryway to leave for my run, she was sleeping. I talked to her, but she didn’t stir or open her eyes. That concerned me a bit; but even worse, when I got back from my run she was collapsed in the corner of the cage. We took her outside to see if she could walk around at all, but she just laid down and didn’t move.
Hubby took her back into the house while I headed out to take Luke for his walk. I had a bad feeling about Mama G, even though it made no sense since she had been doing so much better. As our walk took us by our pet memorial garden where our girls are buried, I said my usual “Good morning, girls”. But then I stopped and added: “Girls, if you could, would you help Mama G to the Bridge if it’s her time to go? I’m not sure what we’ll do otherwise.” Our only other chicken losses had been to predators and we had not yet been faced with the prospect of euthanasia and how that would happen.
Luke and I continued on and finished our loop walk and went back to the house. We had gone in the other door, so I hadn’t gone to check on Mama G yet, when the Dadz let me know she had passed. He was right with her when it happened, and she just collapsed and died peacefully.
I believe she had a little help with that quiet trip to the Rainbow Bridge. Thank you, our Angel girls, for helping us out when we needed it so much. It’s so good to know you are really there. ♥
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