Crispy the Hen went today. Dammit…
She was healthy looking, but prone to quiet spells. She had stopped laying a while back – She was the oldest of the girls.
She was a bit quieter today, and retaining fluid (Chris put this down to egg peritonitis – very basically: not laying, but still producing the protein).
Chris took her to the vets to get her checked out & fluids drained.
X-Ray showed that our plump bird had a large mass in her.
As she was drained she passed away.
The vet offered to find out what it was, and Chris said that it would be fine – if she could watch.
The vet (Fred McKenzie) from Farnborough’s Pets at Home – Companion Care was very interested to find out, as they don’t often deal with chickens. Chris watched on, equally interested.
Sure Crispy was a pet – but Crispy the clucking, squawking hen had ceased to be a pet the moment she passed away, now Crispy the pet was a memory, and the vet could learn from her to potentially help others.
The vet was excellent. After dissecting her, he found that the large amount of protein due the peritonitis meant that a certain cellular disease had a wonderful playground. Excuse my language, but ‘fuck you, cancer‘.
He even phoned later, after Chris had returned home, to say he had looked further in to it. He talked with Chris and confirmed the previous discussed diagnosis, and the dissection, was confirmed by his post-op research.
Once more, as with the others, she was happy right up until the end.
No pain, no suffering.