We are enjoying our chickens so much. They have finally started laying regularly so we are bringing in eggs every day. The kids love going out and finding eggs.
We’ve even got a few they are sitting on and hopefully we’ll have baby chicks in a few weeks.
The dogs, of course, are dying for a taste of fresh chicken. They circle the cage when we are out there in a frenzy of excitement.
Sadly, we lost a pet this week. Our beloved Leroy was accidentally run over by my husband. He suffered a bit on Sunday while we debated our options. A weekend trip to the vet, shoot him, or let him suffer till Monday. It looked like only his back leg was broken and it didn’t seem bad enough to shoot him. Then I found a vet open so we took him in. At first it seemed like good news. His leg wasn’t even broken, just badly twisted and his ligaments were torn. He would need some stitches and some leg care. They would keep him overnight.
But the next day we got a call that he had died unexpectedly. Even the vet was shocked.
We loved our Leroy, and I don’t even really like cats. He tolerated our dogs so well. Letting them drag him around by the neck so often that he occasionally was missing all his fur around his neck.
But that’s always the problem with having pets. You love them and then they die.
We should be used to it by now, but we’re not.