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Puddings & Toyboys
A blog about my beautiful budgies.
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The Leader’s last 24 hours
16 September 2012
Posted by on Atilla had gradually been getting weaker. The last couple of days she ate less & less & slept more & more. Cagney would often sit by her. He would wait for a sign from her for regurgitated seed. He never let her down.
On that last day, I gave the toyboys a basil misting. Cagney really went to town & tunneled through the basil getting very wet. Bezukhov did not seem to be in the mood for a misting so shouted at Cagney from the sidelines. Atilla just stayed where she was. She did not have the energy to join in. I offered her some wet basil leaves & she licked them a little, but then went back to sleep.
Towards the end, I noticed she started getting a bit unsteady when going from perch to perch, so much so that at one point she lost her balance & was half off the perch, with one foot clinging to the side. That was my cue. I scooped her up in my hands & held her to my chest.
She was so still but I could feel her heart beating. I told her we loved her. I told her she was beautiful. I thanked her for all she had given us. The boys were looking on intently. Cagney looked like he wanted to be with her, so I lifted her up to him on the landing platform. He gently tapped her beak & preened her head but she could not open her eyes. Her head was resting on my fingers. Then suddenly she got some energy from somewhere & started flapping her wings but that was her last movement, as her little heart stopped & she was gone….
- With her faithful bodyguards
- Guarding the poang chair
- The devoted couple
- Last photo
There was relief that she was free from illness & (hopefully) able to fly the way she used to, I like to think, with her little sister Raspy. But there is also great sadness that she is no longer here with us.
When she passed, I sat on her beloved poang chair, just holding her. In that hour that I sat there, Cagney flew over countless times & landed on my hand or arm & would gently touch Atilla or just look at her. Perhaps, like me, he could not quite believe that she had gone…