UPDATE : Matilda died late last night. 🙁 The Girl said… At least she got to die at home all nice and warm. She was a great pet chicken, and I couldn’t agree more. At least she got to die at home with us near her side.
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This morning I called the vet and made an appointment to have our dear sweet Matilda euthanize. The Girl and I talked about it and decided it was the best thing for her. Matilda legs have basically been paralyzed for 4 days now, she won’t open her eyes, hold her head up or really even make any noises. We wanted to put her out of her misery. I thought she might have Marek’s Disease.
On days 2, 3, and 4 we used a syringe to give her food and water. As much as I would have liked to have taken her to a vet, the HH pointed out that Matilda was a chicken, and spending hundreds of dollars on one chicken that was likely going to die anyways, was not something he wanted to do.
It’s a chicken. I know it’s your pet chicken, but it’s a chicken.
So here I am, a suburban housewife, with this dying chicken. As much as I want to think I could tough it out on a real farm, I don’t think I could ever cull a chicken. Nor would I want the HH to do it either.
He offered, but I said no. I would rather pay to have a vet put her to sleep for $50 then have my daughter know her dad {basically} killed her pet chicken.
So this afternoon, I grabbed a box from the garage. I placed a towel on the ground and started to clean Matilda up {she had a little dried oatmeal around her beak and in her feathers and I didn’t want to show up at the vet with her that way}. I wiped her sweet little face down, and then poured warm water over her vent to remove anything that may have been there.
And then it happened.
2 soft shelled eggs dropped from her weak little body.
Poor Matilda was egg bound this whole time.
I checked her over the first night I brought her into the garage and there were no signs that she was egg bound. 2 eggs had been stuck inside her. The poor, poor thing.
As soon as those eggs dropped to the ground, she wiggled her legs and I started crying.
Matilda!
I immediately cancelled the appointment for the vet.
The way I see it is this. There is nothing a vet can do for her {I asked}.
Yes, she will probably die.
But as long as I can keep her clean, warm, hydrated and fed, who am I to give up hope.
~Mavis
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