1 February 2014
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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. Read more of this post