pickleisasillybird
Member
- Jun 7, 2023
- 5
- 26
- Parrots
- Canary Winged Parakeet, Budgie/Parakeet
I posted about her status when initially joining these forums for advice. I was hopeful that perhaps it was the medication causing her to decline, but something felt wrong, and I wanted to take her to the emergency room.
She had to stay overnight as she was dehydrated. I got a call in the morning. The avian nurse who cared for her told me they ran diagnostics, x-ray, bloodwork. It was all over the place. Her red blood cell count was low, she was anemic. Her liver and kidney numbers were so high their machine couldn't read it accurately--her organs were failing. The throat inflammation and pitch change was a red herring, the former had to have slowly been creeping up on her, per the avian ER nurse. She wasn't going to last much longer. Any treatment we could've done would've has <50% chance of working, and if it did, she'd have permanent organ damage.
She looked so tired when I visited her. Her poops were black as tar. She was trying to chirp and be awake for me, but I knew her fire was burning really low. She kissed me on the face as we waited for the people who preformed the procedure to come in, I think she knew it was her time, she didn't struggle when they took her to inject her.
I take solace in the fact I know I couldn't have done anything different. She was only 4, but the vet told me that this is common, especially birds bought from even exotic stores that are well organized, there's a lot of inbreeding when it comes to parrots raised in captivity and it probably was something that happened at birth (she had an enlarged liver) via an infection early in life. I just wish life was fair.
My heart is shattered. This bird saved my life. I'm so sorry I couldn't save hers. She watched me grow up for 4 years, I in turn did the same for her. This organism had so much of an impact on my life, it was never the same after she made a screaming entrance in it. A part of me left this world with her. I'm going to miss her so much, her little antics, her stealing my food and screaming in my face, waking me up at 6 am going "HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! H!I" just to piss me off. She changed my life, I became a better person because of her.
I have nobody to talk to about this. Nobody I know has lost a pet this terribly. I feel so alone and isolated. I'd normally go to her when I'm sad. I just can't, anymore.
She had to stay overnight as she was dehydrated. I got a call in the morning. The avian nurse who cared for her told me they ran diagnostics, x-ray, bloodwork. It was all over the place. Her red blood cell count was low, she was anemic. Her liver and kidney numbers were so high their machine couldn't read it accurately--her organs were failing. The throat inflammation and pitch change was a red herring, the former had to have slowly been creeping up on her, per the avian ER nurse. She wasn't going to last much longer. Any treatment we could've done would've has <50% chance of working, and if it did, she'd have permanent organ damage.
She looked so tired when I visited her. Her poops were black as tar. She was trying to chirp and be awake for me, but I knew her fire was burning really low. She kissed me on the face as we waited for the people who preformed the procedure to come in, I think she knew it was her time, she didn't struggle when they took her to inject her.
I take solace in the fact I know I couldn't have done anything different. She was only 4, but the vet told me that this is common, especially birds bought from even exotic stores that are well organized, there's a lot of inbreeding when it comes to parrots raised in captivity and it probably was something that happened at birth (she had an enlarged liver) via an infection early in life. I just wish life was fair.
My heart is shattered. This bird saved my life. I'm so sorry I couldn't save hers. She watched me grow up for 4 years, I in turn did the same for her. This organism had so much of an impact on my life, it was never the same after she made a screaming entrance in it. A part of me left this world with her. I'm going to miss her so much, her little antics, her stealing my food and screaming in my face, waking me up at 6 am going "HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! H!I" just to piss me off. She changed my life, I became a better person because of her.
I have nobody to talk to about this. Nobody I know has lost a pet this terribly. I feel so alone and isolated. I'd normally go to her when I'm sad. I just can't, anymore.