ct92404
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- Oct 14, 2012
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- Parrots
- My first bird was a parakeet named Buddy (passed away November 8, 2012). My newest friend is a parakeet named Chipper.
My Buddy Birdie is gone.
I didn't even think I would be able to write this. I've been crying all night.
A stupid vet tech misread the label on the medication and gave him probably about 10 times what he was supposed to have. He was supposed to get 3 units, which was abbreviated as 3U and this idiot filled the syringe with 30, thinking the "U" was a zero. I don't know how he couldn't tell that it was way too much for a little bird like that, and why he didn't ask the doctor about it. The doctor was very apologetic and understanding. But the idiot tech who actually filled the syringe was defensive and never even apologized or had any empathy.
They killed him. They killed my little bird.
I had been taking Buddy to the vet for the past few days to get antibiotic shots because he had a respiratory infection. And he was getting better. I thought I was just going to take him to get a quick shot and he would come home with me. Tonight Buddy is gone. I just can't believe it. I keep remembering all the little things about him...how he loved to play with his toy ball and roll it around the cage or play with it in the bathroom and chase after. He loved to be petted and really liked me to scratch his head and neck. He loved playing chase games with me. And when I read books about birds, he would walk over and look at the book.
I really can't deal with this. I loved this little bird so much.
I'm trying to get through a depression right now, and Buddy was helping me. It helped to have a little animal to take care of, and he had become a great little friend.
I just keep having flashbacks about all the little things he would do. I still feel him perching on my finger, and climbing up on my shoulder and nibbling on my face.
I just feel so horrible right now.
I want to get another bird eventually, but I just miss Buddy so much. The worst thing of it is how he died. He was getting better. And they killed him because of a really stupid mistake.
RIP Buddy. I loved you, Buddy Birdie.
I didn't even think I would be able to write this. I've been crying all night.
A stupid vet tech misread the label on the medication and gave him probably about 10 times what he was supposed to have. He was supposed to get 3 units, which was abbreviated as 3U and this idiot filled the syringe with 30, thinking the "U" was a zero. I don't know how he couldn't tell that it was way too much for a little bird like that, and why he didn't ask the doctor about it. The doctor was very apologetic and understanding. But the idiot tech who actually filled the syringe was defensive and never even apologized or had any empathy.
They killed him. They killed my little bird.
I had been taking Buddy to the vet for the past few days to get antibiotic shots because he had a respiratory infection. And he was getting better. I thought I was just going to take him to get a quick shot and he would come home with me. Tonight Buddy is gone. I just can't believe it. I keep remembering all the little things about him...how he loved to play with his toy ball and roll it around the cage or play with it in the bathroom and chase after. He loved to be petted and really liked me to scratch his head and neck. He loved playing chase games with me. And when I read books about birds, he would walk over and look at the book.
I really can't deal with this. I loved this little bird so much.
I'm trying to get through a depression right now, and Buddy was helping me. It helped to have a little animal to take care of, and he had become a great little friend.
I just keep having flashbacks about all the little things he would do. I still feel him perching on my finger, and climbing up on my shoulder and nibbling on my face.
I just feel so horrible right now.
I want to get another bird eventually, but I just miss Buddy so much. The worst thing of it is how he died. He was getting better. And they killed him because of a really stupid mistake.
RIP Buddy. I loved you, Buddy Birdie.