Ratzy
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Oddball was a deformed little silkie, who I posted about. Today she lost her battle.
Here's a poem for you, Oddball.
Even when I first saw you, I knew that you were special
Though you were just a li'l chick, and I, just a girl
Deformed feet and scratchy wings, I saw through that all
I saw your little pom pom crest, your coat white as pearl
You were mine, and I was yours
I helped you get your confidence, I held you through the storm
I helped you pass the chicken laws
I held you, kept you warm
One day I found you on your side
Your dreams left behind
You couldn't move your legs at all, they were scattered wide
I made you a sling, to hold you up, one of a kind
As days passed, I hoped you'd be well
But you did the opposite, and just got worse
Until today, you'd fought, just swell
As I saw you for the last time, it seemed like a curse.
RIP Oddball
I picked her body up, and whispered for her to dream. To dream of a sweet meadow, with chickens of every breed and size. With roosters, eggs, chicks and hens, great laying housed with straw that was always fresh. To dream of great food, clean water everyday. To dream of a place where she could become a mother, where no deformities existed.
RIP my little one.
I'm not glad she died, I am glad she didn't have to suffer too long. She had internal bleeding, paralyzed legs, and head trauma.
Here's a poem for you, Oddball.
Even when I first saw you, I knew that you were special
Though you were just a li'l chick, and I, just a girl
Deformed feet and scratchy wings, I saw through that all
I saw your little pom pom crest, your coat white as pearl
You were mine, and I was yours
I helped you get your confidence, I held you through the storm
I helped you pass the chicken laws
I held you, kept you warm
One day I found you on your side
Your dreams left behind
You couldn't move your legs at all, they were scattered wide
I made you a sling, to hold you up, one of a kind
As days passed, I hoped you'd be well
But you did the opposite, and just got worse
Until today, you'd fought, just swell
As I saw you for the last time, it seemed like a curse.
RIP Oddball
I picked her body up, and whispered for her to dream. To dream of a sweet meadow, with chickens of every breed and size. With roosters, eggs, chicks and hens, great laying housed with straw that was always fresh. To dream of great food, clean water everyday. To dream of a place where she could become a mother, where no deformities existed.
RIP my little one.
I'm not glad she died, I am glad she didn't have to suffer too long. She had internal bleeding, paralyzed legs, and head trauma.
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