Remy
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Last night I came home, and after spending some time with him, he was clearly acting sick. He was puffing up, very lethargic, watery poop. I took him to the vet, and they kept him overnight. He started vomiting a little when we arrived (he likes the vet, so I don't think he was stressed).
This morning I recieved a phonecall that he was acting fine, and talking about what course of action to take with him (all of them included my taking him home today). I decided to do x rays (he recently had a blood panel). A little later, I got a call saying that he'd collapsed when they took him out to take the X ray. They put him on oxygen, and he started to come around a bit, but then he collapsed again, and they weren't able to bring him back. The vet thinks that he probably had a congenital liver problem that we didn't know about.
He was an amazing bird. I had just gotten him last August from a lady who wasn't able to take care of him anymore. He was friendly and out going, loving (almost) everybody. He made up his own songs. When I kissed my boyfriend, he would make kisses too, and usually wanted to join in. He loved to snuggle in my pajamas at night. I took him lots of places with me, and when it wasn't a pet-friendly place, I put him in my sweater or under a scarf, and he would stay there (well, most of the time). When he did come out of my sweater at the grocery store, everybody was happy to see him. He was very strong-willed, and very good at communicating his wants and needs.
My boyfriend and another friend suggested having a little service for him. I think it sounds good. I feel like he was my baby, even though he was a bird. I've opted to have him cremated. I'm not sure if I'm going to find him an urn, or if I'm going to scatter his ashes somewhere. He loved so many different places, that it's hard to decide on a particular place.
I took the day off work today, and I can't seem to stop crying for very long. I miss him so much.
This morning I recieved a phonecall that he was acting fine, and talking about what course of action to take with him (all of them included my taking him home today). I decided to do x rays (he recently had a blood panel). A little later, I got a call saying that he'd collapsed when they took him out to take the X ray. They put him on oxygen, and he started to come around a bit, but then he collapsed again, and they weren't able to bring him back. The vet thinks that he probably had a congenital liver problem that we didn't know about.
He was an amazing bird. I had just gotten him last August from a lady who wasn't able to take care of him anymore. He was friendly and out going, loving (almost) everybody. He made up his own songs. When I kissed my boyfriend, he would make kisses too, and usually wanted to join in. He loved to snuggle in my pajamas at night. I took him lots of places with me, and when it wasn't a pet-friendly place, I put him in my sweater or under a scarf, and he would stay there (well, most of the time). When he did come out of my sweater at the grocery store, everybody was happy to see him. He was very strong-willed, and very good at communicating his wants and needs.
My boyfriend and another friend suggested having a little service for him. I think it sounds good. I feel like he was my baby, even though he was a bird. I've opted to have him cremated. I'm not sure if I'm going to find him an urn, or if I'm going to scatter his ashes somewhere. He loved so many different places, that it's hard to decide on a particular place.
I took the day off work today, and I can't seem to stop crying for very long. I miss him so much.
You did everything you could for him, and he went knowing he was well loved.
