What to expect as your parrot ages?

[M&M Ninja]

Just what the title says. I've raised and lost several dogs and cats. I know what to expect and what to look for in their physical well-being. I'm familiar with the heart-wrenching decision to take them to the vet for the last time.

Is the process the same for parrots?

 

[Macawdamia Nut]

I do not want to think about that day! I have had my macaw 50 fabulous years. He was a wild caught adult when I got him and he never experienced the dreaded “puberty” age that I have read about, so I suspect he’s around 55-ish. No health issues so far. *knocks on manzanita perch* His vet and I regularly check for cataracts and lumps and bumps on his body. All clear.

The only things I have noticed is that he has had 2 dislocated toes when getting his nails trimmed. I popped them back into place, but freaked out the first time it happened. It didn’t seem to cause any pain, but was a weird sight! The vet said macaws get loose tendons when they get older. No big deal. He also snoozes more than he used to (so do I!).

His feathers look fantastic and he has shown no signs of arthritis, which is more than I can say!

Hoping we go out of this world on the same day. I can’t imagine my life without him.

 

[rheashard2]

I am curious also. My CAG is just over 20 yo. I've had her since 15-16 weeks. She's still rambunctious, mischievous etc. Vet checks are normal. She gets compliments for being one of the better behaved larger parrots. I know the 'basics' to look for. These are the same things to look for to keep any bird healthy.

 

[PrimorandMoxi]

I had a RLA amazon that had a prolapsed cloaca and the Vet did not think he could save her.

She was in her thirties and had a somewhat rough past and I only had her for, Geeze, less than a year but she and I developed a strong bond. That silly bird decided It was me who she loved.

We put her to sleep and I was wailing in the vets office.
The life cycle of a dog I can not handle.
But to see a creature that is so independently willed like a parrot be put down is wrenching.

That was in 2021 or so and still hurts.

 

[rheashard2]

That's something I can truly empathize with. Way back in early 97, I lost two dogs from old age within 6 months of each other. Then a fire took my CAG less then a year later. The fire took all my pictures. Nearly 20 years with dogs and just over 21 years with my CAG. The depression was great and still is present. I still occasionally call dogs and that CAG. My vet tech gave me a long list of books to read about grieving for pets. I bought and read, reread several. I refused to have anymore pets. After nearly 7 years my daughter got tired of me moping. She showed up with a just under 4 month old CAG. The feathered baby dived into my arms. She wouldn't let go. Then my daughter decided that I needed another dog. She dragged me to humane society adoption. I was told we weren't going to leave till I had a dog. So now I have two pets. Grief is sl different with each person. The key is to accept the grief. It's normal. But avoid letting it rule. In my case it was crochet and bead work. Let me tell you grief decreases considerably when you're crocheting 'The Beautides, Hail Mary' and more in thread w the smallest size crochet hook made! The tiny wire w a hook is #14. The larger hook did Mr & Mrs Clause. That hook and yarn was using garden hoses. I'd start crochet w tears. Those changed to joy as I completed a row or round. Notice a row or round. Not completed that's a set up for more grief.

 

[DonnaBudgie]

One of my beautiful English Budgies, Lilibet, named after Her Majesty, was plagued with health problems when I adopted her at 5. She had been overbred by the previous owners because she was a "quality show bird" from championship lines and produced "quality" chicks. While I had her she tried to lay two clutches but lost the use of her legs both times for weeks. She had osteoporosis, so when she fell only three feet she fractured her femur. I set her up alone (she didn't care) in a spacious, padded plexiglass cage to heal, and she lived another year until she had an apparent stroke one morning and trashed about on the floor of her "house" banging her pretty head against the wall. I brought Lilibet to the vet knowing I had to be merciful and put her out of her misery. I cried as the vet tech took her away for the last time.
Her failed attempts at breeding, however, blessed me with her daughter, my beloved Rocky.

Lilibet, RIP.