In honour of Priya, the hen that changed lives and now shines among the stars
11.09.2019 - 28.11.2020
It arrived like a spark that fell from the sky on September 11, 2019. She had chosen her destiny. Rather than the knife, she chose love. So she jumped out of the truck that was going to take her to her death, to climb into a car that was going to take her to her paradise. Our sanctuary. Her arrival? It was love at first sight. The same love at first sight as the one she addressed to us on November 28th at 11:13 pm, just before saying goodbye. Naively, we believed in the illusion that Priya would be immortal.
Its presence in the sanctuary is too bright to describe it authentically. Priya was an angel for humans, whom she loved unconditionally. Because she knew that in the depths of their hearts there was a discreet ode to compassion that was just waiting to spring forth. And it was this vibration that she was going to awaken, huddled up against them. She knew better than anyone else how to touch the hearts of others. All the others.
A great sage in the body of a tiny chick with handicapped legs and a multicoloured aura. Priya was a shaman who knew how to take care of her brothers and sisters, of all species, when they were sick. Including us. From her small gait, assumed although slowed down by her disability, she would walk towards the suffering individual and lie down next to him, to infuse him with healing energy and affection. We could talk for hours about the way she walked from her henhouse to our house, so that we could open the door for her. The way she responded to her name with that special little song. His unconditional affection. How many people who did not know the chickens, were upset by their meeting with Priya?
We understood from the very first moments of her presence at the sanctuary that Priya was not a hen, but an old soul who had come to accomplish a very precise mission. We understood it from the moment she was welcomed by Arthémis, her dear friend, also handicapped, who came to welcome her by walking all over the ground to come and snuggle with her, then purring together for long minutes.
Priya has contributed as a person to this mission which is at the heart of our association: to implement interspecies equality, to touch people's sensibility and to prove that cohabitation is possible. Little Princess Priya leaves behind her memories of a love that could not be described. She leaves a great emptiness that we still don't know how to accept. If there is a pillar at the Co&xister sanctuary, it is Priya. Without her, a colour of our rainbow is missing. But we know. We know that if her small body of a genetically selected laying hen has died out, it is to allow her soul to incarnate elsewhere, in a healthier body. Above all, we know that her soul will always radiate everywhere, in every bit of life that surrounds us. It is there, in the resilience of Arthémis. It is there, in Makha's affection. It is there, in the dignity of Tawaki. It is there, in the curiosity of Wakan. It is there, in the innocence of Ozzy. It is there, in Meli's determination and Neira's unconditional love. She is there, in the sweetness of Alaska. And she is there, everywhere in our hearts.
Priya's body died after three weeks of fighting salpingitis, which has turned into septicaemia, and the drastic weakening of her immune system, leaving the place for an installation of parasites in her trachea. No medical, chemical or natural treatment was able to help her body get through this time, as she was the only one to survive her first inflammatory attack of the oviduct. We tried our best until she explicitly told us to stop and accept her departure. All the energy of care she received from both sides helped her soul to keep her confidence, until the end. She chose to die in the warmth of our arms and under the softness of our caresses, a few minutes after we contacted a vet to come and help her leave thanks to the euthanasia. Animals, in these so special moments, know how to respond to our uncertainties. We asked her if she wanted to be helped in this departure. She answered that all she needed was the certainty that we would be able to stay in love. Always. So we promised her and we said goodbye with all the love in the world, captivated by her little eyes that stared at us with overwhelming tenderness, to the last of her breaths.
When we needed a hand, we found your little paw, clinging tenderly to our fingers. But now we let the Earth take over your body. She will make beautiful flowers out of it. And we let the Universe scatter your soul wherever love is lacking. Because our world needs Priyas so much, everywhere. So that it may radiate as much as possible, to compensate even a little bit, for the darkness of the numb hearts that sadly populate the planet and that persist in slitting the throats of all the Priyas of the world for fear of hearing their message.
Goodbye, little darling. ❤️