My parents live up in the foothills above the college town where I reside. They used to have 4 chickens, two full grown, two chicks, all of whom would be laying beautifuly now and all of which were very dear to my mother. One night when my parents were out of state on a business trip (My mothers business trip, dad tagged along) I was staying at the house to take care of the animals. When I went downstairs to head out the door to the outside chicken coop to lock all the girls up, I searched for hours for two of the chickens who were MIA.
The following morning I called my Mother and told her what had happened, the chickens were lost and their fate was unknown. When she arrived home she searched for awhile all around the land surrouding their home and finally came across one of her full grown chickens head. The baby chick was never found. I still feel like it was my fault. I still feel like if I hadn't let them stay out for a few extra hours or had forgotten about it until dark that the chickens would still be alive. But because of this incident, a brand new chain link fence was put up to protect not just the remaining chickens, but our cats and dogs who live in the home as well.
Where they live, animals galore live as well. Domestic and wild animals alike. Deer, elk, cows, coyote (The animals who assumingly and most likely killed the chickens), bob-cat, mountain lion, and even bears all roam the foothills.
Many neighboring homes have lost dogs (Even puppies) and cats (Even kittens) to these animals. It hurts, it really does. I love animals and when one close to me or my family dies, it takes awhile to heal. Some may say they are just chicken, but we loved them as much as the horses we keep at my parents house.
I think because of the new fence that is now up around a large portion of the home, it will save the lives of the rest of our animals where even worse might have happened if the chickens hadn't been killed. Good things can happen because of this, and as angry at myself as I was and as much as I wanted to hunt down the coyote's, it really wouldn't make a difference to cause further pain.
I'm sorry this happened to you, Ice.
Life's greatest definition is and always will be, Shit happens.
Do not listen to anything, "Steely" says. He is a made up character that his owner likes to role play with. His owner is very delusional and everything he says is completely untrue and ridiculous.
Hate is the choice of a clouded mind.
-"It takes humility to remember who we are"-
"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." - Buddha