Fly high love

A few weeks ago my girl Kiki died at the age of seven. I think I haven’t fully realised yet.

She was such a sweet and cuddly hen yet she was more stubborn than any chicken I’ve met before.

I have so many memories of her and I’m sad there won’t be more.

My earliest memories of her are from the time when I only had her for a week and the vet told us she probably won’t survive the cold she had. She did.

And three years later she survived an infection in her laying tract even though no one really believed she would pull through.

She always wanted to live. She was stubborn enough to tell death to fuck off twice.

She loved being around humans. Loved coming inside the house and stand in front of the fridge until someone payed her the cheese tax. When she didn’t get enough attention the would bite angles.

I loved her being around. I miss her so much and it hurts.

Toni (the hen in the last picture) misses her too. She is so clingy and follows us around all the time since Kiki died.

I really hope Kiki was greeted in heaven the way she deserved it (with lots of cheese and scrambled eggs) and maybe she’ll keep an eye on Toni from up above.