mh434
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- Oct 28, 2014
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- Parrots
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Yellow-naped Amazon "Sammy"
Love birds (4)
Green-cheeked Conure "Skittles" - now, sadly gone from my life
Blue-Crowned Conure "Tequila"
African Grey "Reno" - sadly, now gone from my life
Our very first parrot, a Peach-Faced Lovebird we called Lucy when we got her about 17 years ago, passed away in my hands an hour ago.
She had a stroke a few months ago, and her head was tilted way over to one side as a result. Vets say that there's no treatment, and that all we could do for her was to keep her happy and comfortable. She's been eating well, voiding well, and playing with her one of her daughters, whom she's lived with for several years since her original mate, "Ricky", passed.
We got Ricky and Lucy some 17 years ago from a pet store that was going out of business. Since they hadn't been able to find a buyer for the two, they were simply going to euthanize them. We stepped in and adopted them. They were thought to be at least 2 years old at that time, so she would have been 19-20 now.
She has raised about a dozen wonderful babies over the years, and several of our friends have her offspring.
Today, though, she suddenly squawked and fluttered to the bottom of the cage. I feared the worst, as she couldn't right herself, and her daughter guarded her fiercely, grooming her & trying to get her to stand. After a few minutes, she seemed to realize that she couldn't help Lucy, and let me reach in & pick her up. This would never have happened before - she would have attacked me ferociously.
I held Lucy cradled in my hands and breathed into her feathers to warm her. I knew the end was coming, and wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. All she could do was make little twitches.
After about a half hour, she suddenly opened her eyes, gave one last gentle stretch, and quietly passed. It was heartbreaking, and I have to admit I cried like a baby over her. The whole house suddenly became silent, all the other parrots quiet and still. I'm sure they knew that one of their flock was gone.
I've placed her in a beautiful gold brocade box, tied with gold ribbon and wrapped in tissue. In the box with her are with her favorite little bell (she used to like to get under it, lift it up, and wear it as a hat) & a small spray of the millet she loved so much.
Now, I have to go and bury my beloved Lucy. It is such a hard thing to do.
Fly free little girl, and know how much you were loved. I will always miss you!
Here's a picture of our little Lucy, a few years ago, enjoying a piece of pumpkin pie with her Dad.
She had a stroke a few months ago, and her head was tilted way over to one side as a result. Vets say that there's no treatment, and that all we could do for her was to keep her happy and comfortable. She's been eating well, voiding well, and playing with her one of her daughters, whom she's lived with for several years since her original mate, "Ricky", passed.
We got Ricky and Lucy some 17 years ago from a pet store that was going out of business. Since they hadn't been able to find a buyer for the two, they were simply going to euthanize them. We stepped in and adopted them. They were thought to be at least 2 years old at that time, so she would have been 19-20 now.
She has raised about a dozen wonderful babies over the years, and several of our friends have her offspring.
Today, though, she suddenly squawked and fluttered to the bottom of the cage. I feared the worst, as she couldn't right herself, and her daughter guarded her fiercely, grooming her & trying to get her to stand. After a few minutes, she seemed to realize that she couldn't help Lucy, and let me reach in & pick her up. This would never have happened before - she would have attacked me ferociously.
I held Lucy cradled in my hands and breathed into her feathers to warm her. I knew the end was coming, and wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. All she could do was make little twitches.
After about a half hour, she suddenly opened her eyes, gave one last gentle stretch, and quietly passed. It was heartbreaking, and I have to admit I cried like a baby over her. The whole house suddenly became silent, all the other parrots quiet and still. I'm sure they knew that one of their flock was gone.
I've placed her in a beautiful gold brocade box, tied with gold ribbon and wrapped in tissue. In the box with her are with her favorite little bell (she used to like to get under it, lift it up, and wear it as a hat) & a small spray of the millet she loved so much.
Now, I have to go and bury my beloved Lucy. It is such a hard thing to do.
Fly free little girl, and know how much you were loved. I will always miss you!
Here's a picture of our little Lucy, a few years ago, enjoying a piece of pumpkin pie with her Dad.
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