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
9 April 2012
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Atilla has not been well.
She was fine on Easter Sunday morning & even had a chew of my blue, velcro rollers (my Easter treat to her). However, around 1pm I noticed that she was not accepting Cagney’s regurgitated seed. I observed her for a little while & found she was struggling to balance & was not right.
As the afternoon progressed, she got steadily worse. She got very weak & several times perched on my finger but as she gradually slumped forward I put my other hand out until she was laying across my hands. If she opened her wing she had no energy to close it. I really thought this was the end.
Every so often she would shake her head & realise she was slumping & then sit up straight, only to gradually slump again.
Cagney was trying to feed her. Sometimes I could see he was trying to prise her beak open to get some seed in. She had no interest in eating or drinking. That evening, I held her for about 2 hours in my hands, in the Manor, whilst she slept. Coming up to bedtime she started getting restless & wanted to get to the seed pot (the bedtime routine). I laid my hand out so she could climb over there but instead she threw herself on the pot, took a few moments to steady herself then forced herself to eat about 10 seeds. She then settled on the perch to sleep.
I positioned my poang chair so I could see directly into the Manor & got ready for the night ahead. I had a little doze & when I awoke, could not see Atilla… She had managed to climb into the loft area, make her way past the toyboys (on front swings) & was sat on the loft perch. As she was at the back, I set the alarm to go off every hour, when I would turn the lamp on & check she was still okay. I was actually amazed that she survived that day & that night. What a strong-willed girl she is.