Although this is not my first chumpkin death, it is my second RIR. The first one we thought was egg bound etc we did everything we could within our scope of practice. Our RIR are the oldest in the flock. Probably 8-10 years of age (they belonged to my in laws first). Anyways, I have my girl in a laundry basket just because I felt bad putting her in a tote where she couldn’t see anything. This morning is the first I’ve separated her from the flock as they have not been bullying or pecking her, in fact, they tend to stay close to her as if they’re protecting. She has lost quite a bit of weight, her breastbone is apparent, she is eating very little, separating herself from the flock, not taking in much water, lethargic more by the day etc. but last night she tried going up the ramp to the flat roost my husband built her, and fell. So she decided to sleep in the younger hens coop on the floor beside the nesting box. Our (we call her fluffy foot) stayed in there all night to keep her warm. She didn’t mind that Sue took her normal spot. So I went out around 5am and got Sue out of the box and brought her in and held her for about an hour then took her out to see the new baby chicks, and she’s now resting wrapped in a towel on top of a blanket. She has no interest in water or food, making the death rattle noise when I come near, I guess I’ll just keep an eye on her for now but this article (although it made me cry at least 4 times since I read it, and continue to reread it) has really helped me get over the fact that she is old and her dying has nothing to do with her care. I wish more people would be this kind. Thank you so much for this post.