by Hollie May
My dangerous Dotty
I have had the pleasure of looking after Dot for just a few months (which honestly doesn’t feel like that). She was a new member of my little flock and she was quite a character.
Character being a polite word for the meanest chicken I’ve ever had in my time of raising hens! In fact I’m so sure she hated me, but in a playful way. You couldn’t get your phone out in front of her, she would attack it and maybe nip your hand in the process! She was a no paps girl!
But she made me laugh, literally even with the most hostile reception to me putting out her feed or filling their water bale, she gave me as much attention as I did her.
A dog got into my garden and killed her a few days ago. I’ve never lost a pet, I’ve got many. I’ve only been living alone and decided to start my little home rescue five years ago and I never had pets as a child because my family aren't really animal lovers.
So I’ve been happily living as a single girl in my 20s with all my weird and wonderful babies. Dot is my first loss and I can’t seem to feel any better about it and I didn’t expect to feel this bad.
No one thankfully has made the ignorant remark “it was just a chicken”. However I did get her cremated at my local vet's and it was so impersonal and quick. I’m so sad, I feel like I should have done it myself. I can’t shake the image of how I found her or putting her in the box she was cremated in and cleaning her up.
I just can’t get it out my head, it’s late at night when it overwhelms me and I feel so silly! But I really am heart broken, I feel responsible, I’m fearful of losing another hen - ever - which will happen one day!
It’s like my "pets live forever" bubble has been burst and I don’t think I’ll even not be sad about this.
I feel both better and sillier while writing this, but I’m thankful this page exists.
Love to everyone going through something similar or very much the same xxxxxx