Gosh, it's almost like I can still hear her, her soft clucking, her quizical look. God I wish this was just one big bad dream. I found her at about 6:00, on the floor of the coop dead. So this is my tribute to her. It kinda goes with the crapy poem I wrote. But she was the best chicken I had ever had.
*cries a river* YOU POOR, LITTLE SOUL * 's you a million times* I TOTALLY LOVE CHIKENS, AND TO SEE HOW MUCH A PERSON LOVED IT, AND IT DIED, IT MAKES ME CRY AN OCEAN *cries an ocean*
aww... i'm sorry. i had a wild pet bird who died of a cold, i think. i was too young to know what was wrong. so i know what you feel. you just wish it were a dream.