My previous post, The Last Two Weeks, describes the lead up to this last day with Thomas.
On the morning of the 27th January, I spoke with Mr EV again & he said I could pick up the medication Heptosyl, that afternoon. It is a powder in capsule form, typically given to dogs & cats.
Thomas was by now just chewing on beetroot stalks. It seemed the beetroot was what was keeping him going. His breathing had got noticeably worse. I had let Phineas out early on to give Thomas some peace in his own cage. However, around 2pm he sat in front of his door & made it clear he wanted to come out. I was reluctant, but opened the door….
Thomas attempted to fly to the Manor, but was too weak to do so & landed on the floor. A bad sign was that his wings were open & he appeared to not have the energy to close them. I gently picked him up. He was breathing heavily. I managed to hold him in as comfortable a way as possible. His feet were around my finger as if they were perching, with that hand cradling his body. He rested his head on my other hand.
To say I was alarmed & upset would be an understatement. I thought this was it. I repeatedly told him we all loved him & gently stroked his cheek feathers. We were like this for about 15 minutes. Then he shook himself & wanted to get up. I let him make his way to the top of the Manor.
The others were all out at this point. After a short time, Cagney made his way over to Thomas & tried to engage him in a conversation but did not get any response. It was enough for Thomas to breathe. Cagney stayed next to him though & a couple of times even pecked Phineas away. I managed to lock Phineas up when he went home for seed & felt more comfortable knowing Cagney & Bezukhov would not upset or harm Thomas.
After a little while, I let Phineas out & put Thomas back home again on his own. He was quite unsteady on the perch by now. I was due to go to the vet’s to pick up the medication but was undecided whether it was actually worth it, plus I really did not want to leave Thomas. As I was deciding, I saw Thomas chew some more beetroot stalk. I offered some seed & he ate some. I took this as a sign that it would be okay for me to go out. At this point, Phineas wanted to go home too, so I let him in to sit with Thomas.
Mr EV instructed me to put the medication in water. I said that Thomas was very weak & he then suggested that I syringe the medication into him, every 2 hours if necessary. I rushed home. It was early evening, almost 5pm.
As I was deciding what to do… whether to wait for Thomas to drink the water himself or whether I should use the syringe, Thomas went over to the water & slurped some. Unfortunately I had not yet put the medication in. I decided I would have to use the syringe as he may not have any more water, voluntarily, for a few hours.
After preparing the medication, I managed to grab Thomas very quickly (a bad sign as he was clearly not in a state of alertness). He came to enough to bite my fingers as I held him. I got a cloth to put around him to hold him more steadily but as I got the syringe, he went limp.
This could not be happening? Surely not? Not my beautiful boy Thomas? Not now? Not now I have the meds?
But it was now. It was his time to go.
I held him for the following hour, as it slowly & painfully sank in that we had lost the long fight & my boy was gone.
All the while I held him, the others were in their respective homes. Cagney was hiding behind his chewy toy but I noticed he was looking intently towards Thomas. He stayed behind that toy for almost all of that evening, with Bezukhov sitting quietly beside him. Later that night, they both came out & had a shouting session – it was unusually late for them to be doing that. But everything was different.
All has changed.
We are three again…