Earlier this evening my sweet young rooster Cheddar died in my arms.
I had hatched him July 18th and as he matured, it became apparent that he had some kind of heart or internal organ defect - his three sisters thrived and he was just wasting away. He was destined to die young and probably suffered the last couple of months, he was always cold and weighed a feather. Poor sweet, gentle Cheddar.
This morning he didn't greet me as usual, he laid under the heat lamp with his head tucked under his wing, life ebbing out of his frail tired body.
I knew he wouldn't last the day.
Why I bother having pets when it hurts so much to lose one, I'll never understand. My heart is bleeding and I just want to scream, it's so unfair.
And Jack chose this evening to colic, five minutes after I let him inside for the night.
He gave me a good fright, at his age you never know how bad it can get and how quickly they can perish. I gave him banamine (prescription pain meds), some homeopathic granules, I walked him and massaged his tummy - he was gassed up like a helium balloon and after an hour of farting up a storm the cramp finally passed. He's fine now, thank goodness.
I won't go into details about the rest of my day, suffice to day it's been a non-stop rush - I'm physically exhausted and emotionally drained.
I'm grateful for my sweet supportive husband, my happy healthy doggies and the soft clean bed I get to climb into soon.
Let sleep wash the pain from my soul.
/end of Of Life And Losses post/