I really wasn’t sure I would ever put this out there, but it has been weighing heavily on my heart and soul.
4 of my rescue hens are no longer with us. I’m not ready to talk about it, and if I’m being honest with you, I’ll probably never be ready - if you can please be respectful of this I will forever be grateful. Every time someone asks me how the girls are I have to choke back tears. And keeping this locked up is affecting my mental health in a negative way.
I failed these girls and I will forever grieve for them. I brought them here to have a better life, and I didn’t provide that. I am not looking for sympathy, or for anyone to tell me it’s ok. I just can’t go on acting like they’re here, when they are not.
I now have to learn that even when things aren’t ok, I have to forgive myself. This is truly going to be a hard grieving process for me. The universe has told me over and over that chickens are not right for me, and this was the last straw. All I want now is for my hens to live until their old little ladies - and Beau 👴🏻.
I will continue to share the recovery journey of my 4 girls. Lucky, Comet, Rosé, and Fern.