I had to put Nigel down this morning. He had been hanging on for a couple of days now. I really, really wish someone else could have done it for me so I didn't have to.
My sweet, sweet buddy.
He was loved by the ladies.
Gentle with babies.
And very handsome. I really adored that guy.
He's buried out in the chicken yard. What a crummy morning.
It feels really lonely out there right now. I used to talk to him every day, twice a day. One sided conversations about the food, the weather, his plans for the day ("Nigel! Tell your ladies to lay some damn eggs!") He would cock his head and watch me.
Farewell, friend. You are missed.