When I was that age, we got a chick on Easter and named it Henry. As Henry got older, we realized he was a she, so we renamed him Henrietta. One day, Henrietta disappeared and I never saw her again. The chicken we had for dinner a few nights later was mighty tasty, but they never told me the real story until much later.
OH NO! How awful for you.
Everybody knew and loved my Henrietta, so she was never in danger..finally passed away of old age, I guess. Had her for years.