When we take on the responsibility for any living creature, we are responsible for the death as well as for the life. The death part always goes so hard. Maybe that's it - if you do everything possible, then you can feel that you have discharged your responsibility. You have allayed it by spending money. I think that the responsibility extends to making the decision, or however many decisions are necessary, about how much to do and when to stop and whether or not to do the killing yourself. It seems way easier to spend the money but way kinder, and much more difficult, to make a decision that ends suffering.
Now, if I can only learn to feel what I believe.
She seemed so strong and alive as I held her. Perhaps she could have been saved again. Obviously, she would have ended up a one eyed chicken, and removing that eye would have necessitated the involvement of a veterinarian, and chickens are not pets. Furthermore, what suffering would be involved. She seemed fine last time, recovering from the wound to her neck. Poor tame little chicken with the strange deformed feet. What is one's responsibility to a chicken. It is to keep her safe, and we did not do that.
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