Chica was my first parrot after me begging my parents for one for years. She very quickly became my favorite pet, and when I say she was my baby, I mean it. I would have died for her. She was the best conure I could have asked for, with a great, fiery personality and she was very chattery and loved learning words. She could say "good girl," "chica," "bath time," "no," sentences comprised of those words like "Chica is a good girl. Bath time?" and "I'm a sad girl" (she got that one from me singing Lana Del Rey). She loved to dance to Nirvana and was always a pleasure to be with. I loved her to death. No pet could ever, ever replace her.
She died quiet suddenly. She was completely healthy and fine looking until a little after midnight when she fell from her happy hut to the ground in a twisted lump. I think that was a seizure, and then she had a couple more seizures and lost consciousness a few more times on the way to the emergency vet. We live very close to it so it was less than 5 minutes from her falling down and us getting there. On the way there, I knew she was dying. For the most part she hadn't been making eye contact with me but the last minute, she held eye contact and I knew she was very close to dying. I was just lightly petting her head and telling her what a good girl she was because I knew this was it. By the time we got to the vet her heart had stopped and she was dead. The vet examined her and said more than likely this was a condition she had that we wouldn't know about unless something really bad like this happened, because she was in great condition otherwise and was acting completely normally until right when she fell and hadn't had contact with lead or anything dangerous. Still, I feel responsible for this. I feel like somehow this was my fault and I failed my little baby. I should have taken better care of her.
I just needed to be able to say this some place where someone understands how much a parrot can mean in your life. She was actually a child to me. I've been so distraught that I barely got three hours of sleep and I've been crying and hysterical all day. I just don't know what to do. I've never been so affected by the death of a pet or even a person before. I woke up this morning and normally she chirps to me and is really excited to see that I'm awake and I looked over to her cage today and immediately started crying. Every time I look at it or walk by it I start crying soI feel like I should put it out in the garage but I can't do that. I can't part with it. Because I'm so incredibly heartbroken, I've wondered if getting another pet would help ease the pain but I feel like it'll either make things a lot better or a lot worse.
RIP my sweet little girl, Chica. Life will not be the same without you
She died quiet suddenly. She was completely healthy and fine looking until a little after midnight when she fell from her happy hut to the ground in a twisted lump. I think that was a seizure, and then she had a couple more seizures and lost consciousness a few more times on the way to the emergency vet. We live very close to it so it was less than 5 minutes from her falling down and us getting there. On the way there, I knew she was dying. For the most part she hadn't been making eye contact with me but the last minute, she held eye contact and I knew she was very close to dying. I was just lightly petting her head and telling her what a good girl she was because I knew this was it. By the time we got to the vet her heart had stopped and she was dead. The vet examined her and said more than likely this was a condition she had that we wouldn't know about unless something really bad like this happened, because she was in great condition otherwise and was acting completely normally until right when she fell and hadn't had contact with lead or anything dangerous. Still, I feel responsible for this. I feel like somehow this was my fault and I failed my little baby. I should have taken better care of her.
I just needed to be able to say this some place where someone understands how much a parrot can mean in your life. She was actually a child to me. I've been so distraught that I barely got three hours of sleep and I've been crying and hysterical all day. I just don't know what to do. I've never been so affected by the death of a pet or even a person before. I woke up this morning and normally she chirps to me and is really excited to see that I'm awake and I looked over to her cage today and immediately started crying. Every time I look at it or walk by it I start crying soI feel like I should put it out in the garage but I can't do that. I can't part with it. Because I'm so incredibly heartbroken, I've wondered if getting another pet would help ease the pain but I feel like it'll either make things a lot better or a lot worse.
RIP my sweet little girl, Chica. Life will not be the same without you