Here’s to the littlest of toes, thank you
I surprised my fiancée with chickens but little did I know I was surprising myself. I fell in love with these fellas, I spent way more time than I’d even like to admit with them. They aren’t just birds to me (maybe the rooster is) but they’re pets.
She laid an egg almost a year ago that looked funny, she lost all energy and starting moping around. The vet gave her meloxicam, and she was almost back to her normal self. Up until april 29, we took her back to the vet for another shot of meloxicam. She was ok again, but for a much shorter time.
Within a week, she deteriorated and couldn’t fly up to the perch anymore. Getting down, was just as much trouble. Her belly started growing at the same time, so walking was hard, pecking the ground, sleeping, everything was a challenge. She was no longer enjoying life.
Yesterday I called the vet to make an appointment to get her in, and today, I had to do it. I know I couldn’t do anything more, but I feel like I let this poor bird down. I know I’ve gone further than most would trying to take care of a “bird” but it was a pet to me. I’m sorry Little Toe. I hope you’re at peace. Who knew you’d make a grown man cry. 😢