Last week was a terrible one. On Monday, I had to take our budgie to the Avian vet for respiratory problems. I called in the morning, described the symptoms and was immediately given an appointment. They took very good care of her and managed to work Marden and Megan in for a desperately needed trim on their flesh-rending talons.
That morning when I fed the cats breakfast, I noticed some vomit on the floor. It was whole food. I blamed Gwyn because she occasionally swallows food whole (especially when stealing someone else’s food - which I’d seen her do when I fed them supper the night before). I cleaned it up and scolded her. I gave Mama her morning pills and brushed her and loved on her for quite a while. A couple of hours later, I found a couple of stains on the rug. One was green and the other was green with what appeared to be a small bluish piece of plastic. I looked more closely and realized it was the gelatin capsules from Mama’s medication. She was at the water dish drinking, and then put her head in the food and ate a little, so I though perhaps she had an empty stomach when I gave the pills and it got upset which happened on rare occasion.
This was not the case. By supper time, she was acting lethargic and there were numerous green stains on the floor. Of course it was evening, and the vet was closed. I offered canned chicken, then just the broth mixed with an infant electrolyte supplement (Pedialyte). She took about 5 mL and then proceeded to violently vomit it back up. I had a very bad feeling at that point. I slept on the floor in the room and as soon as the vet opened in the morning, I was on the phone. They told me to bring her in and Dr. Fontenot did some blood work. Not good. She was anemic and had very poor kidney function. She was very dehydrated, so they gave her IV fluids but she did not seem to recover. She was very weak. The next day, the vet recommended and arranged for a unit of blood to do a transfusion. By the time it was set up, it was late in the day and it was planned for in the morning. I drove to Raleigh and picked up the unit of blood. After dropping it off, I came home and waited. It wasn’t long before I got a phone call from the vet. It wasn’t good news…
Mama died on the table as he prepared to start the transfusion.
My heart is breaking. I cried almost the entire day. She was very special to me. She’d been through a lot of health problems over the past couple of years and was always very accepting of her doctors and the procedures she’d endured. Even taking medicine twice a day had come to be an unpleasant but tolerated routine.
She had chosen me to be her ‘person’, and I knew that she loved me. I brought her home in my arms and wept the entire time my husband dug a small grave at the back of our lot between the Bradford pears under the shade of a small wild plum tree.
Good bye, my girl. We fought a long, hard fight, and you were my best little patient. I will always love you and I miss you terribly.