Posted 03 July 2012 - 06:33 PM
I'm sorry to hear about your Sky being too sick to eat on her own and I hope she makes it through. I know this is a hard time and my thoughts are with you and Sky. Keep her warm and rested with lots of love. These babies are precious and their health is a delicate thing. This whole weekend was so nerve wracking and hard on us. We don't have children yet and these were our children. I took two days off of work which I feel incredibly guilty about. Not sure they would be too understanding that we've lost these two affectionate, irreplaceable, beautiful birds in the last two weeks. I read an article about a woman a few years ago that lost her job when she took a few sick days to bury her dog and grieve.
How do you go on after this? We are talking about never getting another bird. We took a foster bird care class in order to join a parrot rescue group in the area but I don't see that going anywhere. I even feel that I don't want children now. I guess its pretty fresh still and the searing pain in our hearts will dull with time. I just feel so frustrated that I can't go back in time and get them into the vet and tested for everything under the sun and save them. We are still waiting on the labs from Sammy and now Peeka's tissues are being sent in as well. We buried Sammy in a big pot with some Hens and Chicks plants and a Pagoda plant on our back patio. I guess we will do the same for Peeka. I'm worried about them smelling and predators digging them up. I could put the plants in Peeka's old cage for a year or two outside. I took Peeka's cage down yesterday and bawled the entire time. I'll be soaking his toys and perches in bleach for a couple hours and then soaking in water to removed the bleach. Don't know what I will do with the toys. I guess if we find out it was a contagious thing that we'll have to throw them out anyway. I tried to cuddle with Xandry the cockatiel that shared a cage with Sammy and she just doesn't like to be touched. Giving her antibiotics and calcium twice a day is such a fight. The lovebird, Betty, hops on my shoulder when I am sad but if I approach her it's a bite into my nail bed until it bleeds. Peeka and Sammy were always good for a snuggle or a head rub. Thank you for the support. I am finding that friends and relatives are sorry and sad for us but I doubt they could really understand. Maybe my attitude needs some work.
Pickles (I nicknamed him Peeka) came to us three years ago. He was 8 and he was trouble. He was mean to everyone and really cage defensive. I decided to just let him bite the crapola out of me and held him and pet him and talked to him every day. He stopped biting me at least and my husband had the next break through when he was playing with him one night. My husband discovered that he liked crawling in between the super soft little pillows on our couch. My husband picked up two pillows with him in between like a sandwich and said Peeka peeka peeka and kind of rubbed the pillows together. I thought it looked kind of rough when he showed me but he took a pillow away and peeka waited there and looked at him like "hey, why'd you stop?" Another time I took a pillow and very lightly touched his head with it and said, "poof" and that became a game and Peeka would even say "Poof" when the pillow touched his head. I discovered one night that he loved helping me close the curtains by his cage I made up a song about closing the curtains and it had his name in it like a million times. He really loved that. I was kind of sad when we moved because we didn't have curtains in the new place. We had a game too where we'd see who could say his name the most. I would always win. Peeka peeka peeka peeka peeka peeka peeka PEEEEEEka. I miss that already. He would make a kissing sound whenever I went to kiss his head. He was 11 this year, I am 35. I had always imagined having babies and raising them around him and him being with me until they left for college. I'm so sad that he had to leave us so early. Sammy (8 yr old female cockatiel) died just two weeks earlier. She was the only bird he would even let near him. I am not sure they were buddies or anything because I've never seen them preening or really interacting. But Peeka would let Sammy sit next to him on my husband's shoulder. I was so distraught over Sammy that Peeka's death just has me in a fog.