My boy passed away…
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| | I loved him so much. This was my boy Edward scissor beak. At three weeks old he was the size of a three day old suffering from failure to thrive, but I was there with him every hour for a month and I helped him pull through it. He recently passed away after getting too weak from a vitamin B deficiency. I took him to the vet multiple times and I called them every day but the information I needed came too late. I think he was even recovering from the vitamin B deficiency as he was able to stand and his aim was getting better, but the lack of food and water is what I think got to him. He had a seizure and passed away in bed with me at 2:30 AM march 23. There’s so much more I could’ve done. That I should’ve done. I should’ve brought him into my bed with me a week and a half ago not on the day I knew he was the worst. I should’ve researched more and found the information I needed before it was too late. I should’ve bugged the vets more. I also know today is the last day I can hold his body before It’s not safe. I have a box prepared for him, but I don’t know what I’m gonna do when I can’t pet or hold him anymore. I’ve had dozens and dozens of chickens, but he wasn’t like a chicken. He didn’t stay in the coop. He lived with me like a pet along with his brother. He was almost 6 years old. Every time he flapped in distress, his brother would freak out, and I don’t know if his brother understands what’s happened or not. I feel so devastated but when I think about what his brother must be feeling it only doubles. I’m sorry for the long rant. This is just so hard. I’ve lost many chickens, but this is like losing a cat. He was my boy and I love him so much. I spent $700 on his vet bills and I would pay double that if it meant he could still be alive. I had a nightmare a week prior that he passed away and everything was so wrong. Everything felt so wrong that when I woke up, I thought he was still dead but when I saw that he was alive everything was okay but now it feels like I’m walking through a dreamworld. Everything is wrong again nothing is right and my boy is gone and I just wish it was another dream. I didn’t know that he wasn’t supposed to be on medicated feed until it was too late. I should’ve researched everything. I’m so ashamed. I didn’t realize until the last day. I wish the vets had asked me what he was eating but I know it’s not their fault. I should’ve known better. If there’s anything I can say to fellow pet owners, no matter how many years you own them never stop researching. [link] [comments] |
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