Cuddles. The little chicken so aptly named because all she wanted to do was sit in my lap and have her belly rubbed.
Cuddles. The little chicken that followed me with her eyes since she was a day old.
Cuddles. The little chicken that would quietly post for pictures in my arms whenever a newspaper, magazine or friend wanted to snap a shot.
Cuddles, the little chicken who cheated death on too many occasions to count, has died.
I’ll tell you more a little later about what happened. Just not now.
Thank you to everyone who worried, offered advice, shed a tear or broke into a smile because of her these past 5 years.
Have a good weekend.