When we had pet chickens, we had three of them. And the first one got eaten by a neighborhood dog when they were just barely grown up, and we were all super super sad. Then a year or so later, the second one got eaten by a neighborhood dog, and we were all "Oh, thank fucking god, one more left, please get eaten quickly."

It died of old age, the fucker. >:( That was, like, a MILLION years of getting pecked and getting chased and just all around evilness because we couldn't kill it because it was my sister's pet.