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I've had two pet lovebirds since I was eight years old. The youngest of them, Moo, I had to put to sleep last night. It's going to be so weird to wake up and not hear him squawking and throwing seed around and just being cutely obnoxious.
Moo was the escape artist out of the two. Both of them are trained and have both cages and outside perches and are allowed to fly around but I occasionally I do put them in their cages and Moo hated his and constantly escaped. He also had this intense fear of cameras and I never got many pictures of him because of it despite having him for so long. I got home from work and noticed that he seemed more off than usual. I say more because for about a year now he's had this issue with vertigo and hasn't been able to fly but he could still climb all over his cage, hop around, and my vet told me he was in no pain.
But I watched him try to climb his cage walls to his lowest perch and he fell and when he fell I could see he was panicked and he released this sad sound I had never heard from him before. I called my vet and rushed him in and much like before they couldn't explain what was causing his loss of balance and disorientation. Honestly all they could do was look at me sadly and then him sadly because he couldn't even manage to barely walk. There honestly wasn't any choice.
They let me be alone and that's when my cell phone rings. I thought Michi because I had called her to tell her what was going on but it was Suzanna, my ex, who I was supposed to go out drinking with but cancelled when I saw Moo was in such bad shape. Suzanna was so sweet and I have no idea how, since I have no memory, but she somehow recalled my vet from going there with me twice when we were together and ended up coming over and sitting with me and Moo. I think we were in there talking and telling various stories involving him for around an hour before I finally felt okay enough to let him go.
It's morbid but I didn't feel right leaving him there so I took him back with me. The vet wrapped him up in a blanket and I just called a local pet crematorium. They're picking him up in an hour and are going to show me some urns. I guess I could have him buried like they suggest but I know I'd never visit him in a cemetery. I rather have him with me because that's where he's been for all my adult life.
My other bird, Muffy, knows something is wrong I'm sure. She was so quiet when she watched me clean out his cage. Suzanna is coming over again this afternoon. So is Michi eventually. I never saw her the night that I put him to sleep. What's sort of sad but funny is just last week my mom gave me a parakeet that she found sitting in the parking lot of the Curves she goes to. A cute yellow one who was obviously someone's pet as his wings are clipped and he's super docile.
Moo always loved having a little parakeet friend to play with so I think he was happy having the new edition around for his last few days. I guess that's something to be glad about. I hate that he's gone but I know it's better. He just wasn't himself anymore and I can't imagine how bad it must feel to be able to fly and then have that taken away. Especially since I saw him try to fly so many times and fail until he just gave up because he knew he would just hurt himself.
I just wish I didn't miss him so much already.
Moo was the escape artist out of the two. Both of them are trained and have both cages and outside perches and are allowed to fly around but I occasionally I do put them in their cages and Moo hated his and constantly escaped. He also had this intense fear of cameras and I never got many pictures of him because of it despite having him for so long. I got home from work and noticed that he seemed more off than usual. I say more because for about a year now he's had this issue with vertigo and hasn't been able to fly but he could still climb all over his cage, hop around, and my vet told me he was in no pain.
But I watched him try to climb his cage walls to his lowest perch and he fell and when he fell I could see he was panicked and he released this sad sound I had never heard from him before. I called my vet and rushed him in and much like before they couldn't explain what was causing his loss of balance and disorientation. Honestly all they could do was look at me sadly and then him sadly because he couldn't even manage to barely walk. There honestly wasn't any choice.
They let me be alone and that's when my cell phone rings. I thought Michi because I had called her to tell her what was going on but it was Suzanna, my ex, who I was supposed to go out drinking with but cancelled when I saw Moo was in such bad shape. Suzanna was so sweet and I have no idea how, since I have no memory, but she somehow recalled my vet from going there with me twice when we were together and ended up coming over and sitting with me and Moo. I think we were in there talking and telling various stories involving him for around an hour before I finally felt okay enough to let him go.
It's morbid but I didn't feel right leaving him there so I took him back with me. The vet wrapped him up in a blanket and I just called a local pet crematorium. They're picking him up in an hour and are going to show me some urns. I guess I could have him buried like they suggest but I know I'd never visit him in a cemetery. I rather have him with me because that's where he's been for all my adult life.
My other bird, Muffy, knows something is wrong I'm sure. She was so quiet when she watched me clean out his cage. Suzanna is coming over again this afternoon. So is Michi eventually. I never saw her the night that I put him to sleep. What's sort of sad but funny is just last week my mom gave me a parakeet that she found sitting in the parking lot of the Curves she goes to. A cute yellow one who was obviously someone's pet as his wings are clipped and he's super docile.
Moo always loved having a little parakeet friend to play with so I think he was happy having the new edition around for his last few days. I guess that's something to be glad about. I hate that he's gone but I know it's better. He just wasn't himself anymore and I can't imagine how bad it must feel to be able to fly and then have that taken away. Especially since I saw him try to fly so many times and fail until he just gave up because he knew he would just hurt himself.
I just wish I didn't miss him so much already.
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I'm sorry about your bird. I know how much you loved that guy.