by Nyomi Diaz
(Durham, North Carolina)
My dear rooster... When I first had him from my incubator I fell in love with him and his personality and everything.
So once he got a bit older, that's when I saw all of his personality. He would chase me around the yard playing together and cuddling. He always greeted me every day after school.
He was a Buff Orpington. He was a very handsome rooster. He likes feet, he was very gentle and smart.
He died of natural causes. I really don't know exactly what happened because I was in school during the time he passed. It didn't affect my parents as much it did me I cried all night long. Everyone was like "it's just a chicken".
And Tyler, I really, really love you. I will never forget you everyday. I think of you every day. I pray for you, and no matter how much chickens I have, you will always be my favorite and my number 1. You have a very unique personality I never saw in other chickens I have.
Mommy will always love you. ❤
Henrietta The Fabulous hen!
by Tracey Donohoo
(Independence, Kentucky )
Henrietta was the most amazing chicken. I swear she understood me. I'd tell her time for bed, and she would go to the pen while looking back at me bawling as giving me some break! Lol!
She was protective of me, she would attack other hens if they didn't listen to me and fight me to get in the pen. At first it was a joke, but then I noticed she really was getting on them and protecting me. I'd be gone for the day, come home, pick her up and she would lay her head on my shoulder and bwak real low – like she was saying I love you and missed you!
She was killed by a hawk. My heart has been broken since. Some may think it's silly, that "it's just a chicken", but she was more than just a chicken. She was my friend. A friend don't have to be human or a dog or cat, chickens can make a great friend too.
Rest in peace, my sweet Henrietta. You are missed.
TooToo The Beautiful Loving Rooster
by Saaniya Jackson
(Delhi, India )
I lost my beautiful boy Tootoo yesterday evening 27th September 2022, at 5:30pm
He was all well this day, healthy and very active chasing me all over. But suddenly he started coughing at 5pm. I can see his comb and wattle turn purple and suddenly he passes away peacefully in our arms without struggle.
He was my world. I still can't believe he's no more.
He was 5 year 3 month old, so charming and daring – a fighter. He had a big huge comb due to his leghorn breed which we removed surgically in 2018. He loved his life, his box, his pink rugs and his food bowl with his glass.
He lived a happy long life, but it seems short when it comes to end. I feel bad, heartbroken and empty. He was my kid, my baby, my heart.
His memory and love live with me forever, and I know you will come back to me soon.
Tootoo, Son Of Saaniya Jackson.
16 June 2017 to 27th September 2022.
Cami and Safi
They were two of my best friends for nine years.
I saw them first time nine years ago. They always knocked on the door for food. When I was not feeling well, only they made me feel better.
3 months ago, Safi suddenly left us alone. When I went to visit her in the evening, she was lying on the ground and not moving. After that, Cami became a little depressed, but gradually she got better.
Today, when I went to visit her, I saw that she was bleeding. She couldn't even walk. I don't know what happened. 1 hour later, she left us alone.
Now that I am writing this, I am crying. I don't know how much she suffered.
They were always my best friends. I loved them very much. I will always miss them.
I will never forget you, Boo!
by April Conway
(Sault Ste Marie, Ontario)
Losing our pet Boo has turned our life upside down.
She had such a wonderful quirky personality. She would greet us at the door and do tricks for snacks. The constant chattering was so comforting and became something we got used to in our everyday life.
Her presence was always appreciated, and we always greeted her with joy. She bonded with our dog and cat and became a member of our internal household. She would always be company while cooking a meal or watching TV. She would always be sly in trying to snatch my jewels or my sandwich 🥪.
Boo was a travel companion and came with us on trips. She always brought joy to people when we went though the drive thru's! The loss of her has been absolutely horrible and we hoped this day would never come!
We love you Boo! Thank you for all the years of joy you brought us. You will never be forgotten. ❤️ You brought light into our dark lives!
Rest well and I hope to see you again!
LB3 was named after someone and he was the 3rd Laura B. He was actually a really funny chicken and really good at protecting our hens.
He was my baby and he let me hold him like one. He had a great personality. We raised him from a chick.
We've lost a lot of chickens but I have never been as sad when they died as I was when he did.
He really was our best chicken.
Memorial to the Magnificent Rooster Don T
Donald T, gentleman rooster
As our first ever rooster, Donald was brought to our recently depleted flock of one Easter Egger hen named Chickalotta.
He came along with five young Rhode Island Red pullets, given to us by a local farm to help heal the loss of two of three hens (RIP to Goldie and Pasty Butt) to predators.
Seeing big Donald tower over all with his sturdy legs made my wife smile, even though it took some getting used to. Especially watching him mount the only breeding aged hen, our Chicklotta,who was indignant lol.
He became the protector, gentleman Adonis, and tidbitter extraordinaire to his flock.
When he missed role call this morning, he was found on the coop floor, his head inside the floor-level nesting box, with his beak in a puddle of broken egg. I found an egg-soaked downy feather in his throat..I wish had opened the coop earlier this morning.
You will be missed, Don T.
With love, Daryl, Eileen, Amy, Elias, Quintin ❤🐔🐣, and Kevo. 🐕
The babies I lost
I have lost quite a few chickens, and each hurt as much as the last.
I can't express the love I have to be able to show my love. I won't be told "it's just a chicken." I named each of them, and each meant something special.
So I just wanted to list the ones I have lost over the last couple of years...
by Nyah Borski
She was a sweet little chick. She was a Buttercup hen. I got her along with 5 others and she was a runt. I helped her get food and water as she was too weak to walk or stand.
Losing her to the common issue pasty butt was very hard.
I have her and my Easter Egger Veronica buried by a juniper on a quiet corner of my property.
I miss her every day, and I wish I could hand feed her just one more time. She had a little marking on her head that I look for in the clouds