Stories Along The Way

Has anyone else ever had a chicken as a pet?

I did.

She was light brown with the most beautiful feathers. She wasn’t just a chicken to me—she was my friend. She followed me everywhere I went, and I loved her with all my heart.

I protected her from everything, especially from my grandmother, who wanted to butcher her. I would never let that happen. She was my special pet, and to me, she was family.

One day, a disease spread through the chickens in our town, and she died. I cried for a long time. As a child, it was one of the first times I experienced the heartbreak of losing someone I loved.

It’s funny how, after all these years, I can still picture her so clearly. Some childhood memories never leave us, and neither do the little friends who made them so special.

Did anyone else have an unusual pet growing up?