Tuesday, January 25, 2011
As I said before, birds have ridiculously fast metabolism. Everything - good things, bad things - spread through their bodies at an impossible pace. They heal fast, but they also crash fast.
I had Carmen out last week in the evening. She flew over to me and started chirping at me. I was confused, because normally she wanted nothing to do with me. In retrospect, I wonder what she was trying to tell me.
She fluttered about for a bit before abruptly crashing. Alarmed, I went over to her - she suddenly seemed drained of energy, like she couldn't fly.
We turned our bathroom into an incubator of our own and I did my best to get antiobiotics in her. She was improving and to be honest, I thought it was done. I was sure she would be fine. The vet sounded positive, she was active, and I thought - miracle canary! She survived a broken leg and a kidney infection!
But it was not to be. The second night she was home, she crashed, hard.
Carmen went back to the vet's and was placed on an oxygen tank, but the vet prepared us for the worst outcome. Sure enough, the next morning they called to tell us sadly that she had passed away overnight. On one hand, I hate the idea of her passing away alone in a vet clinic. But on the other hand, it was as comfortable as she could've been at that point.
She had a massive cage with a variety of perches, a healthy diet with vitamin supplements, treats, free-range time and vet care whenever it was needed. Her favourite game was to land on the Kleenex box, pull off pieces and spread them all over the couch. She liked to drink out of the rabbits' water bowl and her favourite kind of greens were the little curly ones in the mix.
I wish she'd had so many more years, but I like to think she was really happy here in the time that she had.
Rest in peace, little sweetheart.
When I returned to the shelter today, there was a slew of new arrivals and some really infuriating excuses for abandoning their pets. Sorry guys - there's going to be some angry posts coming up. But that's rescue; what goes down, must come up, and good news will come eventually. Just have to be patient and try not to blow a gasket.