|Pot as a young pullet.|
That's no life.
The hardest part of being with animals is loving them, naming them, then holding them for one last time, knowing you are about to forever put an end to them. I can tell myself she had a good life with us, she was loved and cared for. I can tell myself that she could have just as easily passed away as a day old chick, or lived with someone who neglected her, that a good short life is better than a long bad one, but in the end- a short life is still short.
|Pot & Kettle- the day before Easter, 2013|
It's part of life, but oh, I hate it so much. I hate saying goodbye. I hate even more making that decision, or having to be the one that ends the life. I don't think it's something I'll ever get used to or take lightly.
Still- maybe there is some comfort in knowing that she couldn't have been loved any better, or missed any more.