Sad

I came home one afternoon and saw another chick struggling. I knew the chick would not make it when I saw it. This chick was slow in movements and Josephine left the chick alone. I scooped the chick up and petted on it. I took it around the farm so the chick could feel loved before it passed. It did pass a few hours later. It breaks my heart every time. I hate this part so much. The poor thing did not have much of a life, but at least it was loved while it was here.