Betrisher
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- Jun 3, 2013
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- Parrots
- Dominic: Galah(RIP: 1981-2018); The Lovies: Four Blue Masked Lovebirds; Barney and Madge (The Beaks): Alexandrines; Miss Rosetta Stone: Little Corella
was not good.
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts and prayers! I've seen their power work so many times for other birds, I just had to ask it for Dommie in his time of need. We had a call early this morning to say he didn't make it through the night.
I just feel *so* resentful that this brave, feisty old bird had to die in a strange place and in pain. After beating all the odds to survive neglect and abuse, you'd think he'd have had a better innings, wouldn't you? But it wasn't to be and the empty cage is just breaking my heart.
Many of you won't know, but Dommie didn't like me. For some reason, he only liked men and so would smoosh himself up under my husband's beard, take a beakful of hair and fall asleep on Old Dozo's chest. Or, he'd snuggle himself right into my son's shoulder, take a beakful of his ear and - well - fall asleep.
If I walked by, he'd raise his hat and open his beak menacingly. He would grudgingly allow me to offer him food and occasionally took it without biting. If my daughter walked by, he would size her up from a distance and then launch himself at her, presumably with a desire to shred her into small pieces! If he flew, he would always land on her back and dive right into her (very long, flame red) hair. We assume it was the hair he was most offended by, but we'll never know. I can promise you Ellie never harmed Dommie in any way and loved him as much as we all did. The funniest thing you've ever seen is a galah gallumphing across a tabletop in pursuit of a frightened young girl. Oh Dommie, I miss you!
I guess the reason I'm posting this is to say that even though Dom was a damaged personality owing to having been neglected; even though he had a leetle tendency to bite the hand that fed him (ie. mine); even though he was cranky and irritable and feisty - he was GORGEOUS!
He positively basked in the warmth of our love and knew perfectly well that he was the heart of our home. He would fly to his fridge and look down upon us and I swear to you he'd be grinning, thinking 'what'll I do next?' He was the most wonderful personality and he fit perfectly with our family's off-beat sense of humour.
So if you ever get the chance to offer a home to a neglected or abused bird, DO IT! You won't be sorry! You'll be rewarded in their progress, in their returning health, in their rehabilitation, but most of all you'll be rewarded by their love.
Our Dominic wasn't a handsome boy by any means. He was bald front and back from self-mutilation and he had three big lipomas that hung down from his breast and vent. HOWEVER - he had a certain look in his eye that said 'don't mess with me' and another that said 'I am at home'.
Oh Dommie! You were a Good Bird! Rest in peace, old mate. XX
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts and prayers! I've seen their power work so many times for other birds, I just had to ask it for Dommie in his time of need. We had a call early this morning to say he didn't make it through the night.
I just feel *so* resentful that this brave, feisty old bird had to die in a strange place and in pain. After beating all the odds to survive neglect and abuse, you'd think he'd have had a better innings, wouldn't you? But it wasn't to be and the empty cage is just breaking my heart.
Many of you won't know, but Dommie didn't like me. For some reason, he only liked men and so would smoosh himself up under my husband's beard, take a beakful of hair and fall asleep on Old Dozo's chest. Or, he'd snuggle himself right into my son's shoulder, take a beakful of his ear and - well - fall asleep.
If I walked by, he'd raise his hat and open his beak menacingly. He would grudgingly allow me to offer him food and occasionally took it without biting. If my daughter walked by, he would size her up from a distance and then launch himself at her, presumably with a desire to shred her into small pieces! If he flew, he would always land on her back and dive right into her (very long, flame red) hair. We assume it was the hair he was most offended by, but we'll never know. I can promise you Ellie never harmed Dommie in any way and loved him as much as we all did. The funniest thing you've ever seen is a galah gallumphing across a tabletop in pursuit of a frightened young girl. Oh Dommie, I miss you!
I guess the reason I'm posting this is to say that even though Dom was a damaged personality owing to having been neglected; even though he had a leetle tendency to bite the hand that fed him (ie. mine); even though he was cranky and irritable and feisty - he was GORGEOUS!
He positively basked in the warmth of our love and knew perfectly well that he was the heart of our home. He would fly to his fridge and look down upon us and I swear to you he'd be grinning, thinking 'what'll I do next?' He was the most wonderful personality and he fit perfectly with our family's off-beat sense of humour.
So if you ever get the chance to offer a home to a neglected or abused bird, DO IT! You won't be sorry! You'll be rewarded in their progress, in their returning health, in their rehabilitation, but most of all you'll be rewarded by their love.
Our Dominic wasn't a handsome boy by any means. He was bald front and back from self-mutilation and he had three big lipomas that hung down from his breast and vent. HOWEVER - he had a certain look in his eye that said 'don't mess with me' and another that said 'I am at home'.
Oh Dommie! You were a Good Bird! Rest in peace, old mate. XX
