Post by clt80 on Nov 27, 2019 19:56:13 GMT
I am feeling filled with sadness today, i've lost Cecile around 9.15am this morning, she has had a huge lump for over a year now and I believe this to be the cause of her passing. Due to the longevity I doubt it was cancerous, it was similar to Dorothy's who was operated on and turned out to be a hernia. Cecile's may of been an abscess I don't know. She had been doing great, you'd never of know she was ill. Until this morning I found her on the bottom of the inside aviary panting.
She came inside, she was really weak. I did think about whether I should call the vet, i didn't want her to suffer but I knew the journey and vets surgery would be traumatic, and I didn't think I'd get there in time for them to pts. I managed to get quentin in to be with her. In a small cage where I gently layed her on a rolled up towel. She could hardly lift her head.
Cecile was tame. I held her gently stroking her head, holding her near so she could hear my heartbeat. God knows if it was a comfort, but you don't think straight T the time, your mind is in a panic about what's best to do and your heart is breaking.
Shortly after she did an awful stretch, I will never forget it, I think she was having a heart attack, then she went.
Quentin got to say goodbye, I'm not sure if he understands properly. He seems fine, he was chirping away when I out him back outside. Cecile has lived with me for a long time, she was one of the early budgies, I shall write in millets of fields at some point, feeling a bit bruised and battered today, but just wanted to tell someone who would understand the loss I'm feeling. I have a candle lit at the moment for her.
She came inside, she was really weak. I did think about whether I should call the vet, i didn't want her to suffer but I knew the journey and vets surgery would be traumatic, and I didn't think I'd get there in time for them to pts. I managed to get quentin in to be with her. In a small cage where I gently layed her on a rolled up towel. She could hardly lift her head.
Cecile was tame. I held her gently stroking her head, holding her near so she could hear my heartbeat. God knows if it was a comfort, but you don't think straight T the time, your mind is in a panic about what's best to do and your heart is breaking.
Shortly after she did an awful stretch, I will never forget it, I think she was having a heart attack, then she went.
Quentin got to say goodbye, I'm not sure if he understands properly. He seems fine, he was chirping away when I out him back outside. Cecile has lived with me for a long time, she was one of the early budgies, I shall write in millets of fields at some point, feeling a bit bruised and battered today, but just wanted to tell someone who would understand the loss I'm feeling. I have a candle lit at the moment for her.