LordTriggs
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Hello.
I feel like I need to air out over the loss of my little conure Rio. I spent so long waiting through his early dies after being hatched at the aviary I bought him from. Finally when I got him home he was special almost instantly, warming up to me very quickly and within a week of owning him he decided he liked me enough that he would fly to me to come play. He wanted nothing more than to be near my hands or my face, playing and attacking my glasses. I couldn't have been happier with him, he was the perfect pet, being closer to a puppy in terms of temperament than a bird. Unfortunately one day he grew very sick very quickly, I thought I was observing him closely and watching for changes but noticed nothing. On a saturday morning I noticed he wasn't up at his usual time, I shrugged it off as I had been out the night before and disturbed him when I got home late at night so just assumed he was tired and grumpy that I woke him up so I left his cover over his cage and kept quiet all day to let him rest. When it got to evening and he was still acting sleepy I could feel something was wrong. I left the windows open all night to get some air circulating. The next morning he tried grabbing my attention so I assumed all was okay and that I was right. I let him out to play and instantly he nuzzled into my neck and refused to leave even to get at the glasses, I instantly knew something was wrong and began phoning every vet that would hear me. Nobody was helping, because they wanted to have their sunday off. I even called zoos in an attempt to find someone but there was nobody that understood what I wanted or nobody bothered to help me. Eventually I got an appointment booked for monday afternoon and just kept him warm and cuddled him as much as I could until I began to fall asleep. I put a bottle filled with hot water under a towel in his cage and put him on his favorite perch, he gripped onto it okay and didn't wobble. Just as I shut off the light to the room to go to bed I heard him chirrup and swear he said "night-night" to me, a brand new phrase from him and what would become the last thing I would hear him say. I woke up over an hour early the next day feeling like something was wrong. I looked in the cage and couldn't see him. My eye glanced down as I opened the door to look inside clearer and I saw him, head first in the towel with his body in the air, clearly having fallen from his perch in the night. I quickly grabbed him and saw he was fighting to stay alive. I kept him close to me and began calling anyone and everyone to try and get help. My sister told me she was on her way and to keep calm. his claws were clenched shut, cold and his wings kept flipping open but he couldn't retract them on his own, needing help to do so. I could hear him clicking whenever he breathed. Eventually my sister arrived and took him from me, putting him in the bathroom and placing him on a towel that was in a bowl so he could pass away peacefully.
I only had him for 5 weeks which is nothing compared to the time some others here have had their birds but we had bonded so closely together so quickly. I haven't had the heart to dismantle the cage and want to try for a new conure but all I really want is my little friend back. I know I'll never have him back but he was ripped away from me way too early.
The house is too quiet now
I feel like I need to air out over the loss of my little conure Rio. I spent so long waiting through his early dies after being hatched at the aviary I bought him from. Finally when I got him home he was special almost instantly, warming up to me very quickly and within a week of owning him he decided he liked me enough that he would fly to me to come play. He wanted nothing more than to be near my hands or my face, playing and attacking my glasses. I couldn't have been happier with him, he was the perfect pet, being closer to a puppy in terms of temperament than a bird. Unfortunately one day he grew very sick very quickly, I thought I was observing him closely and watching for changes but noticed nothing. On a saturday morning I noticed he wasn't up at his usual time, I shrugged it off as I had been out the night before and disturbed him when I got home late at night so just assumed he was tired and grumpy that I woke him up so I left his cover over his cage and kept quiet all day to let him rest. When it got to evening and he was still acting sleepy I could feel something was wrong. I left the windows open all night to get some air circulating. The next morning he tried grabbing my attention so I assumed all was okay and that I was right. I let him out to play and instantly he nuzzled into my neck and refused to leave even to get at the glasses, I instantly knew something was wrong and began phoning every vet that would hear me. Nobody was helping, because they wanted to have their sunday off. I even called zoos in an attempt to find someone but there was nobody that understood what I wanted or nobody bothered to help me. Eventually I got an appointment booked for monday afternoon and just kept him warm and cuddled him as much as I could until I began to fall asleep. I put a bottle filled with hot water under a towel in his cage and put him on his favorite perch, he gripped onto it okay and didn't wobble. Just as I shut off the light to the room to go to bed I heard him chirrup and swear he said "night-night" to me, a brand new phrase from him and what would become the last thing I would hear him say. I woke up over an hour early the next day feeling like something was wrong. I looked in the cage and couldn't see him. My eye glanced down as I opened the door to look inside clearer and I saw him, head first in the towel with his body in the air, clearly having fallen from his perch in the night. I quickly grabbed him and saw he was fighting to stay alive. I kept him close to me and began calling anyone and everyone to try and get help. My sister told me she was on her way and to keep calm. his claws were clenched shut, cold and his wings kept flipping open but he couldn't retract them on his own, needing help to do so. I could hear him clicking whenever he breathed. Eventually my sister arrived and took him from me, putting him in the bathroom and placing him on a towel that was in a bowl so he could pass away peacefully.
I only had him for 5 weeks which is nothing compared to the time some others here have had their birds but we had bonded so closely together so quickly. I haven't had the heart to dismantle the cage and want to try for a new conure but all I really want is my little friend back. I know I'll never have him back but he was ripped away from me way too early.
The house is too quiet now