I asked her to do one thing...

Hello...

I recently went on vacation to the coast. Now I needed a place to stay so I started looking at pet-friendly hotels. I called and booked a room and asked the receptionist to confirm the pet friendliness. It was indeed pet-friendly

But mind you this: I have a pet chicken.

I told the receptionist what type of pet I had and suddenly I wasn't allowed to have "that type" of pet because it didn't meet the criteria of what was appropriate to have there.

So in short notice I had to ask my longtime friend Karen to watch over Jane-- the name of my chicken, for me. Karen and I go way back, and I mean waaaaaay back. We were born in the same hospital on the same day and our moms are friends too. We're two peas in a pod.

I could go into detail but that is not what the story is about so I'll stay on track.

Karen agreed to watch over Chicken Jane for me so I could go on holiday. She was more than delighted to do so. I gave Karen the key to my house and gave her all the chicken goodies and a list of things to do for Jane while I wasn't there. "No problem!" she said.

Mmhmm okay... Uh-huh

Big problem.

I come back a week later and get to my house to see Karen sitting on the couch and watching the telly, looking quite pleased with herself. I didn't really pay any mind to the expression on her face. I just thought she was happy for watching over my little bird, like a good friend should do.

The house is quiet-- Jane usually greets me when I come home but not this time! I get a little worried and ask Karen where she is and Karen nonchalantly says she doesn't know. This sends me into a panic and I start frantically searching for Jane. I check all of her hiding places like the cupboard, her chicken coop, the cat house! Everywhere! This goes on for about three hours and Karen searched with me the whole time. Jane has only run away from home once but she came right back.

I sit down overwhelmed and start bawling! I mean, I've had Jane for about five years the thought of her being gone killed me.

I go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator but Karen tries to stop me. I just moved her aside and proceeded to the refrigerator. (No one is going to tell me what to do in my house) when I open the door I was not prepared for what I saw...

LEFTOVER CHICKEN!!

I'm a vegetarian

I look suspiciously back at Karen to see her sweating nervously. I approached her and went off on her asking her how that chicken carcass got in my house and all she could do was stammer and stutter like a halfwitted twit! Out of rage I told her to get out of my house and never come back.

Two days later she confesses to me over the phone that she ate Jane! Why!!! I specifically instructed her to watch over her while I was gone and her greedy ass had the nerve to eat her! She probably didn't even use proper seasoning either! I'm just so overwhelmed with emotions and I can never forgive her for what she's done. For now I consider Karen dead to me.

Is it normal this happened???? This is just freaking terrible!