It’s tough enough to lose a pet to anything, but to chop off butterball’s head off would be horrible. My grandparents were farmers and had about 100 birds. One day when I was 3 or 4 years old grandma takes me out to the chicken house to catch one. I use a foot hook, birds running everywhere crazy. Grandma takes the bird outside and has a small hachet, without saying anything she gives it a chop and lets go. Omg I thought it was crazy in the bird house, now the headless chicken is running and flapping like the proverbial chicken with it’s head cut off. Some memories never fade.