Yesterday I lay to rest my poor PeePee bird.
His recent blood test at the vet showed signs of liver disease, not uncommon for parrotlets. They were surprised he was almost 13. Yesterday I was supposed to go pick up medication and some new food options to help buy him more time, but despite several days of seemingly excellent health, it was suddenly too late.
Thank you, PeePee, for being my first L.A. pet.
Thank you for always wanting to sleep under your mama's hair even if you wanted to kill my fingers.
Thank you for answering back "Peeeeeeepeeeeeeee!" whenever I said your name from another room.
Thank you for forgiving me when I got jobs that were more and more time consuming, and didn't get you out as often as I probably should have.
Thank you for being my friend, and for that last terribly painful, blood drawing bite on my thumb.
I miss you already.
There's nobody to answer "Peeeeeeeepeeeeeeeeee!"
I am not sure what to do with all his things. I have nice toys and the cage, but I don't know whether I should ever get another bird. I also do not know whether rescue groups would accept items if he died of an illness (not contagious, but some places seem to have firm policies). Right now I am too sore from a recent car accident to take the cage outside to clean it, so i just have to leave everything alone.
I buried him with his favorite toy and his favorite treat under my rose bush. We will miss him so much.
His recent blood test at the vet showed signs of liver disease, not uncommon for parrotlets. They were surprised he was almost 13. Yesterday I was supposed to go pick up medication and some new food options to help buy him more time, but despite several days of seemingly excellent health, it was suddenly too late.
Thank you, PeePee, for being my first L.A. pet.
Thank you for always wanting to sleep under your mama's hair even if you wanted to kill my fingers.
Thank you for answering back "Peeeeeeepeeeeeeee!" whenever I said your name from another room.
Thank you for forgiving me when I got jobs that were more and more time consuming, and didn't get you out as often as I probably should have.
Thank you for being my friend, and for that last terribly painful, blood drawing bite on my thumb.
I miss you already.
There's nobody to answer "Peeeeeeeepeeeeeeeeee!"
I am not sure what to do with all his things. I have nice toys and the cage, but I don't know whether I should ever get another bird. I also do not know whether rescue groups would accept items if he died of an illness (not contagious, but some places seem to have firm policies). Right now I am too sore from a recent car accident to take the cage outside to clean it, so i just have to leave everything alone.
I buried him with his favorite toy and his favorite treat under my rose bush. We will miss him so much.