Ok, as wacko as the title sounds, it IS something important to me. You might just find these words the ramblings of someone gone nuttier than squirrel poo, but I dunno where else to scream, kick, punch, cry, deface, etc. Last night, my blind chicken Sydney died. This really sucks for me, more for the chicken actually. I really really liked that chicken. Whatnot with her cute buda-bu-da sound and the way she would come to me if I called her name. She was my friend. I hope she died in her sleep and didn’t suffer or anything. I never really could call the normal chickens friends, but once Sydney was helpless in some way, I felt like I was a friend to her. It’s weird. Now, if you’re a kid like me and you’re just looking for advice on what to do when a pet dies, here’s my advice: Find a good picture of your pet and print it out. When you bury your pet, bury him/her with something that the pet used a lot or was close to. I’m not really too sure what I wanted to say but this, so yeah.
Sydney the Blind Chicken
March 2011 — Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Age 20 chicken years