Can animals die of sorrow?
Honestly, I believe they can! I do not have scientific proof of it, but there is a lot of evidence that it is so. The reason for this short tale is not about a dog dying alongside its owner. We all have heard such stories, I`m sort of believing them, despite I personally have never heard one first hand or experienced anything like that in my surroundings.
This story is about a rooster.
The question came to my mind a few days ago, when I heard that one of my mother’s roosters died.
He was a beautiful white mixed breed and was not yet three years old, so age was not likely the cause of death.
Goldy, as I named him for his white-golden color as a chick, was born 2015 as I spent several months in my hometown in Austria.
He grew up together with his black feathered sister, Franklin. Yes, I gave them names, and only two chicks were hatching out of nine eggs. It was okay since my mother had no need for more chickens but let the hen have her way when she obsessively wanted to brood.
Last year then, when I was again spending several months in my hometown, for vacation and doing healing work on people and animals I was lucky again to watch baby chicks grow up. Franklin, the black hen, born alongside Goldy, the white rooster, obsessively wanted to brood as well. She was now two years old and a full grown hen. Of small size with shiny, black feathers. My mother took the eggs away for weeks, hoping she would stop but then finally gave in, again. I admit, I was talking a bit on Franklin’s behalf and persuaded my mother to let the hen brood.
Since I had access to eggs of the so-called Sulmtaler breed which she actually wanted to have for years, I could convince her. The Sulmtaler is an Austrian breed which originates in a valley of the Sulm river, in southern Styria. We put only five eggs of that particular race in the nest in good faith all of them would hatch. Little did we know, the end result was, as in 2015, one rooster and one hen, and I called them Hedda and Fenrich. In fact, there were three baby chicks, but one was taken by a crow within the very first days. It was quite a heartbreak for us all, and my mother swore never to let the hens brood again. Writing about them would fill pages, since I pretty much was a sort of surrogate mother to them, at least regarding protecting against anything dangerous. Because, Franklin, the mom of Hedda and Fenrich, had no sense of alertness. She was a brilliant mom and teacher to her babies, but she was not protective at all. In contrast to Franklin’s mom, who protected her and her brother Goldy in the most furious way against anybody. It was difficult for me to get close enough to take pictures of them when they were baby chicks.
When they came into age and were united with the other hens, it did not take long until Goldy took over the regime. His competitor and father was a very small white Silkie mixed-blood, a bit of age and very peaceful, so it was not difficult for him to take over. These two shared the housing and hens in peace until his father died.
Anyway, last time I talked to my mum everything between the two roosters seemed to be fine, but of course, we were both wondering how long it would last. So, until recently there were two roosters in my mothers garden, and everything was okay until clearly Fenrich came entirely into his male power and decided to take over completely.
I have to mention that Goldy was also very peaceful just like his father, but quite a bit larger and he was extremely eager with his hens. To me he appeared quite proud, maybe even a bit vain and he loved to pose when I took the camera out. I could fill the page with dozens of his photographs.
So what happened to Goldy? I was told that he stopped eating and drinking after Fenrich took over the hens. And then he died. I was very sorry and heartbroken to hear that, and I wonder if I could have helped them with Bach Flower Remedies to balance the differences. Unfortunately, I am on a different continent, and I did not get any notice until it was too late. It would have been worth finding out. I had used Bach Remedies and Energy Healing on some of the hens that same summer when Hedda and Fenrich were born. One of the hens, in particular, she was on the brink of death, and she got homeopathy, Bach remedies and local treatment for some wounds, plus Energy Healing. She needed many weeks of treatment, and she was not only getting well on a physical level but had quite a transformation, her name is Missy, and this is a whole new story.
So, the question remains unanswered; can animals die of sorrow and is that what happened to Goldy?