parrotdaddy
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- Mar 17, 2013
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First of all I would like to thank everyone here for the great info that has guided me through life with my lovely parrots.
The fateful day was September 2, 2012. I've no one to talk to that gets me, and I feel posting here may help my heart.
On February 23, 2012, after months of seeing a Maroon Belly conure at my local Petco, we decided to bring him home. I still remember his curious, in awe face as he walked out of his carrier onto our home's floor. We clicked instantly. He was, and is still, my baby. I never felt so satisfied in my life. We named him Mittoo.
Late August, Mittoo seemed to have a seizure or some sort of night fright around 2-3 AM one night. Mittoo started sleeping a lot. His poop was always off since we got had him from a regular parrot's, but it started having yellow liquid with it. He stopped eating and was puffy. I was so confused and worried. Until today, I still think I waited too long. I was on crutches at the time, and dependent on my family. After a short while, I convinced them to take me to the vet. I still remember the car ride with him there.
We arrived at the vet. Long story short, the assessment was bleak but the vet kept things hopeful. He had a bacterial infection. Knowing Mittoo's past history with his poop, the vet said the root cause was probably congenital defects. We went home with some antibiotics.
The antibiotics looked to be working. Mittoo got his appetite back and became more active. He wanted to interact with everyone in the family, when previously all he wanted was me. I called the vet and told him the good news. It all was short-lived.
On September 2, 2012, I woke up to a family member screaming for me to wake up. Mittoo's hospital box was near my bed. She had taken Mittoo out. She tells me he took a few steps and dropped. It's all so clear yet so blurry to me. It all happened so fast. He was in my hands, with one of his legs tucked in, looking paralyzed from one side. I still remember his eyes being so wide and him gasping for breath. His body jumped and his wing fluttered for a second, and then he was motionless.
A huge part of me died that day. I miss him so much. The anonymity of the internet allows me to say this, I still cry at least once a month at night for him. I love him so much. I've dreamed of him a few times. I still remember the dream where he came back, and it was a feeling of happiness I can't explain... then I woke up. His hatchday was November 8, 2011. He never got to his first birthday.
He understood me like no other. I'm probably rambling, but I'm trying to get myself to let my emotions out. No one understands how I could be so attached to a little bird, but this little bird is my everything. It's hard to write this post as I weep every so often, but I feel it must be done.
I really appreciate anyone who took the time to read my emotional rambling. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
The fateful day was September 2, 2012. I've no one to talk to that gets me, and I feel posting here may help my heart.
On February 23, 2012, after months of seeing a Maroon Belly conure at my local Petco, we decided to bring him home. I still remember his curious, in awe face as he walked out of his carrier onto our home's floor. We clicked instantly. He was, and is still, my baby. I never felt so satisfied in my life. We named him Mittoo.
Late August, Mittoo seemed to have a seizure or some sort of night fright around 2-3 AM one night. Mittoo started sleeping a lot. His poop was always off since we got had him from a regular parrot's, but it started having yellow liquid with it. He stopped eating and was puffy. I was so confused and worried. Until today, I still think I waited too long. I was on crutches at the time, and dependent on my family. After a short while, I convinced them to take me to the vet. I still remember the car ride with him there.
We arrived at the vet. Long story short, the assessment was bleak but the vet kept things hopeful. He had a bacterial infection. Knowing Mittoo's past history with his poop, the vet said the root cause was probably congenital defects. We went home with some antibiotics.
The antibiotics looked to be working. Mittoo got his appetite back and became more active. He wanted to interact with everyone in the family, when previously all he wanted was me. I called the vet and told him the good news. It all was short-lived.
On September 2, 2012, I woke up to a family member screaming for me to wake up. Mittoo's hospital box was near my bed. She had taken Mittoo out. She tells me he took a few steps and dropped. It's all so clear yet so blurry to me. It all happened so fast. He was in my hands, with one of his legs tucked in, looking paralyzed from one side. I still remember his eyes being so wide and him gasping for breath. His body jumped and his wing fluttered for a second, and then he was motionless.
A huge part of me died that day. I miss him so much. The anonymity of the internet allows me to say this, I still cry at least once a month at night for him. I love him so much. I've dreamed of him a few times. I still remember the dream where he came back, and it was a feeling of happiness I can't explain... then I woke up. His hatchday was November 8, 2011. He never got to his first birthday.
He understood me like no other. I'm probably rambling, but I'm trying to get myself to let my emotions out. No one understands how I could be so attached to a little bird, but this little bird is my everything. It's hard to write this post as I weep every so often, but I feel it must be done.
I really appreciate anyone who took the time to read my emotional rambling. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.