He Wouldn’t Let Go Of The Chicken—And I Didn’t Have The Heart To Tell Him Why She Was Missing Yesterday

 

That’s Nugget.

She’s not just a chicken—she’s his chicken. After his mom left, my son stopped smiling. Then Nugget wandered into our yard, and everything changed. He laughed again. Healed.

One day, she disappeared. He was heartbroken.

Then—she came back. Muddy. Scratched. And around her leg… a ribbon. A tag:
“Thank you for your kindness. She helped more than you know.”

Turns out, Nugget had comforted a girl next door—Lila—when she needed it most. Two kids, unknowingly helping each other through a chicken.

Later, Nugget led my son to a freezing kitten. We saved her. Named her Biscuit. Nugget and Biscuit became a team.

Now my son volunteers at a shelter. Lila does too. They reconnected, shared waffles, and sat for hours with Nugget between them.

She didn’t fix things. She just showed up. That’s what made her special.

Years later, my son is applying to vet school.

All because of a little chicken… who saved two broken hearts.

If you’re ever feeling lost, remember:
You might be someone else’s Nugget.