Featheredsamurai
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My beloved friend passed away earlier this week, I'm so heart broken that I lost her. She was so dear to my heart and I can't believe she is gone. I don't want to re explain what happened, it's so hard to type out. So here is the text I sent to my mom.
"Rosie died last night. I had just been holding her, and she danced stepped up and was happy. Then I put her back and went to use the restroom. I came back, said hi to Kenji and gave him a treat. Then went to give Rosie a treat and couldn't find her on the perches. She was laying on the floor of her cage not moving and breathing hard. I took her out and she had no strength, Leo held her and blew into her mouth and she stated making some pained honking noise with each breath. Got her in kenji's crate and we went to the car to bring her to the animal er, but every ER we called didn't see parrots. Rosie was getting worse, her eyes were half open and she couldn't hold her head. I just opened the crate and gave her scritches to try comforting her. It only took about 12 minutes from when I saw her to when she passed away. I held and pet her and cried and cried in my car until she started to get stiff and I didn't want to hold her when she got like that. I couldn't sleep, and had tears all night, and they're still here now. I love Rosie so much."
It was terrible to watch her die right in front of me, and not being able to do anything. But I wouldn't have changed that for anything, because I would hate to just find her dead. Knowing that I did my best to comfort her as she died is something k would never take back. I was there, when she was most scared. She knew even in her last moments that she was loved. I miss her al very much. I know though, that there was nothing I could do to save her I'm pretty sure she had a stroke, as she was always at risk for strokes or heart attacks because of her thick blood. And her leg caused her pain so she is free of that.
One day I would like to buy a galah from a breeder, and give it the best life possible. Poor Rosie was abused and neglected, and only got to spend 5 years with me, and those 5 years were as good as they could be. She got healthy again, was flying, had a huge cage with toys that she learned to have fun with. She ate a excellent diet.
Many people loved Rosie, all around the world, and now she is with us all in our hearts.
"Rosie died last night. I had just been holding her, and she danced stepped up and was happy. Then I put her back and went to use the restroom. I came back, said hi to Kenji and gave him a treat. Then went to give Rosie a treat and couldn't find her on the perches. She was laying on the floor of her cage not moving and breathing hard. I took her out and she had no strength, Leo held her and blew into her mouth and she stated making some pained honking noise with each breath. Got her in kenji's crate and we went to the car to bring her to the animal er, but every ER we called didn't see parrots. Rosie was getting worse, her eyes were half open and she couldn't hold her head. I just opened the crate and gave her scritches to try comforting her. It only took about 12 minutes from when I saw her to when she passed away. I held and pet her and cried and cried in my car until she started to get stiff and I didn't want to hold her when she got like that. I couldn't sleep, and had tears all night, and they're still here now. I love Rosie so much."
It was terrible to watch her die right in front of me, and not being able to do anything. But I wouldn't have changed that for anything, because I would hate to just find her dead. Knowing that I did my best to comfort her as she died is something k would never take back. I was there, when she was most scared. She knew even in her last moments that she was loved. I miss her al very much. I know though, that there was nothing I could do to save her I'm pretty sure she had a stroke, as she was always at risk for strokes or heart attacks because of her thick blood. And her leg caused her pain so she is free of that.
One day I would like to buy a galah from a breeder, and give it the best life possible. Poor Rosie was abused and neglected, and only got to spend 5 years with me, and those 5 years were as good as they could be. She got healthy again, was flying, had a huge cage with toys that she learned to have fun with. She ate a excellent diet.
Many people loved Rosie, all around the world, and now she is with us all in our hearts.
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