Post by chiprockskip on Mar 31, 2014 18:58:13 GMT
Hi everyone i'm new to this site so please forgive me if i make any mistakes.
My problem is one of my birds "Chippy" a little about him first Chppy came to us as his owner loved him so much that they couldnt bear to leave him in alone whilst they went out to work so they knew that we had two birds then a canary and a budgie (Tweet & Rocky) so out of love thay gave him up to us. Chippy soon stole our hearts. I'm sorry i've been away for a couple of hours now Chippy dose'nt need our help now i went down to check on him and he's gone, but i'm going to tell you about him anyway. Chippy (that's him on my profile picture) came into my life 5 years ago and immediately lit it up with his personality and altho he came to us from another owner he soon took to us. I can still see his little yellow face as he would fly accross the room to land on my head. he'd sit on your finger and rub his head on your thumb or his beak on your nose. He was the sort of bird that always seemed happy, happy to see you, happy to be alive. I'm a muscley bald headed martial arts instructor but he soon melted my heart and i'm not ashamed to say i loved that little bird so much. Chippy could talk and amongst the usual stuff he'd come out with where Chippy chippy chippy chips, have a cuppa salt, have a cuppa scotch. i'm sorry Chippy, get in your cage Chippy, and lots more most of it slips my mind right now. No matter how down you were Chippy could pick you up. And in return i try'ed to make Chippy's life more intresting he was always allowed to fly free round the house he was always the clever one and could easly out smart the other birds he was far more inquisitve than the others getting his beak into all sorts of things. As i write i can see him now the way his feathers would stand up on his little head and that cheeky look and he'd say "Chippy chips" how could you not love him. About 3 years ago my girlfriend had some building work done and the birds came to stop at my house and they never left. Soon we lost tweet to old age and that was upsetting but then we gaind Skipper (another budgie). But with him living hear Chippy and i became even closer friends we'd cook meals together and he'd come with me all over the house. By this time old Chips had got a bit of artheitus and he found it harder to hold on to me but i made shure that he was safe and never moved to fast to dislodge him he also found it harder to open his left wing and if he try'd to fly it was always down hill. It was about this time maby 2 years ago i started taking him to the back door with me to have a look, we live against a field and he loved it he never try'd to fly away just sitting on my arm and looking out over the field. He'd listen to the wild birds then he'd do that double chirp a few times then launch into his song (well that's what he'd call it) and some times they would answer back and he always seemed happy at that. Neighbours and people passing by got to know us and especialy the children would stop and talk to him. When the weather was to bad we'd go upstairs and look out of the window we'd stay up there for hours and i made him his own little tower to sit on. At night we'd go to the door and look out at all the lights from distant house's and cars sometimes we'd hear an owl but he was never scard because i was with him i'm going to miss him so much.
About a year ago he ran under a cupboard and when he came back out there was a bit of fluff and what i thought was a lose feather when he was'nt looking i pulled it and to my horror it was still attached and it bled. It bled on and off for two weeks and then cleared up no harm done he only lost a couple of drops at a time. It had cleared up but it had given me a false sense of of Chippy's power to heal and because i'd not taken him to the vet i hadent realised how serious a few drops of blood are to a small bird.
Two weeks ago maybe three i found a few drops of blood in in his cage i did nothing i could see that it was from his tail end but not the same place as before. Later as we looked out of our window he started to bleed again not much this carry'd on for a week 2-3 drops every other day or so like before i thought it'd get better, i thought he'd pulled one of his own feathers out whilst preening he started to be a little more quiet than normal but last week there was no blood for 4 days and he'd brightened up again. I'd been holding out on taking him to the vets because although he likes to be with you and over the last few years it's been only me he wont let you hold him he screams the place down. So i'd been holding off because i thought the trip alone might finish poor old Chippy off. He'd been acting a little strange to his normal self even going to my girlfriend for some fuss and one night last week whilst i was off training he fell off her arm and as she picked him up she felt a lump.
Well that was it last Saturday we took him to our vet and although it's not an avian vet they do have a guy who specialises in birds he examined him and found a tumor on his preening gland he said that he need'ed surgery and we booked him in for tomrow. By now i'd looked it up and knew how seirous a few drops can be they only have about 60 drops in them. When we got him home he bled again about 6 drops and yesterday about 2-3. All this time scince the first bleed i've been so worried about him but i've try'ed to keep to our routeen altho i've been crying alot the vet said that because of his age (11) and the fact that he was week he'd only have a 50/50 chance of coming out of the anastetic anyway so i've been talking to him and fussing him we've been having bread and his favorite pop pink gratefruit flavour barley water trying to make him strong for tomrow.
Then this morning got up no blood in his cage off we went to the door he seemed quite bright even try'ed to sing to the garden birds my Chippy chips, the vet had decided that because we don't drive he'd have Chip's in at 9.10am tomrow so we thought to save him a bit of stress we'd take him in by taxi at 11am so we went down to the vets to arrange this that was fine by them. When we got back still no blood in his cage and i was thinking hell be strong for tomrow, he was so excited to see me and ran to the cage door shouting to be let out so off we went to the door. As soon as we got there he started preening and i was saying leave it alone Chippy don't make it bleed and then he pulled off what looked like a big scab spat it out and then went back to it again then 1 drop 2, 3 ,4 it just started running out of him it'd stoped by the time i'd got the little chap back into the living room but it was all down my arm on the floor poor Chippy by this time he was dizzy and could'nt stand so i put him in his cage my little Chippy was trying to stand on his perch but wobbling poor lad. I rang the vets hed lost about 20 drops of blood and the vet said bring him in this we did and it was a young vet not the bird guy but he looked at Chip's and used some sort of glue on the mass as he called it and that was it they posponed the op untill hed got his strenght back. So we brought him home he was so week he could'nt stand so i held him in my hand and talked to him i'd never stopped talking to him scince the bleed started trying to reassure him but after a while he try'ed to get up and get in his cage on his own so i put him in he stood on his perch next to his mirror for awhile but fell off so picked him up again i try'ed to give him some water but he would'nt take any eventually he try'ed to get back in his cage again but he was so wobbley on his perch that i put him down on the floor, he seemed to be asleep so i coverd the cage over and thought let him sleep gat some strenght back. Then i thought is there anything else i can do for him and i thought whilest he sleeps i join the Budgie forum and cry for help someone there will be able to advise me. Go back to the start of this post.
When i started writing i niped down to check on him and he'd moved i'm regested blind and my eyesights realy poor and i thought he'd got his head tucked under his wing so i came back up to finish my plea for help however Rocky kept on shouting realy loud so i checked again and he'd gone the bleed must have been to much for his little body to cope with.
Right now i'm so sad, life go's on but the world well my world will be a far worse place without Chippy chips in it.
But if there's a lesson to be had hear take it from Chippy the least amount of blood take me to the vets even if i don't want to go.
I'll always remember that little happy bird and i'll keep him in my heart forever but i can't help thinking if i'd of acted early'er maybe we'd have had a few more years looking out the window togehter
My problem is one of my birds "Chippy" a little about him first Chppy came to us as his owner loved him so much that they couldnt bear to leave him in alone whilst they went out to work so they knew that we had two birds then a canary and a budgie (Tweet & Rocky) so out of love thay gave him up to us. Chippy soon stole our hearts. I'm sorry i've been away for a couple of hours now Chippy dose'nt need our help now i went down to check on him and he's gone, but i'm going to tell you about him anyway. Chippy (that's him on my profile picture) came into my life 5 years ago and immediately lit it up with his personality and altho he came to us from another owner he soon took to us. I can still see his little yellow face as he would fly accross the room to land on my head. he'd sit on your finger and rub his head on your thumb or his beak on your nose. He was the sort of bird that always seemed happy, happy to see you, happy to be alive. I'm a muscley bald headed martial arts instructor but he soon melted my heart and i'm not ashamed to say i loved that little bird so much. Chippy could talk and amongst the usual stuff he'd come out with where Chippy chippy chippy chips, have a cuppa salt, have a cuppa scotch. i'm sorry Chippy, get in your cage Chippy, and lots more most of it slips my mind right now. No matter how down you were Chippy could pick you up. And in return i try'ed to make Chippy's life more intresting he was always allowed to fly free round the house he was always the clever one and could easly out smart the other birds he was far more inquisitve than the others getting his beak into all sorts of things. As i write i can see him now the way his feathers would stand up on his little head and that cheeky look and he'd say "Chippy chips" how could you not love him. About 3 years ago my girlfriend had some building work done and the birds came to stop at my house and they never left. Soon we lost tweet to old age and that was upsetting but then we gaind Skipper (another budgie). But with him living hear Chippy and i became even closer friends we'd cook meals together and he'd come with me all over the house. By this time old Chips had got a bit of artheitus and he found it harder to hold on to me but i made shure that he was safe and never moved to fast to dislodge him he also found it harder to open his left wing and if he try'd to fly it was always down hill. It was about this time maby 2 years ago i started taking him to the back door with me to have a look, we live against a field and he loved it he never try'd to fly away just sitting on my arm and looking out over the field. He'd listen to the wild birds then he'd do that double chirp a few times then launch into his song (well that's what he'd call it) and some times they would answer back and he always seemed happy at that. Neighbours and people passing by got to know us and especialy the children would stop and talk to him. When the weather was to bad we'd go upstairs and look out of the window we'd stay up there for hours and i made him his own little tower to sit on. At night we'd go to the door and look out at all the lights from distant house's and cars sometimes we'd hear an owl but he was never scard because i was with him i'm going to miss him so much.
About a year ago he ran under a cupboard and when he came back out there was a bit of fluff and what i thought was a lose feather when he was'nt looking i pulled it and to my horror it was still attached and it bled. It bled on and off for two weeks and then cleared up no harm done he only lost a couple of drops at a time. It had cleared up but it had given me a false sense of of Chippy's power to heal and because i'd not taken him to the vet i hadent realised how serious a few drops of blood are to a small bird.
Two weeks ago maybe three i found a few drops of blood in in his cage i did nothing i could see that it was from his tail end but not the same place as before. Later as we looked out of our window he started to bleed again not much this carry'd on for a week 2-3 drops every other day or so like before i thought it'd get better, i thought he'd pulled one of his own feathers out whilst preening he started to be a little more quiet than normal but last week there was no blood for 4 days and he'd brightened up again. I'd been holding out on taking him to the vets because although he likes to be with you and over the last few years it's been only me he wont let you hold him he screams the place down. So i'd been holding off because i thought the trip alone might finish poor old Chippy off. He'd been acting a little strange to his normal self even going to my girlfriend for some fuss and one night last week whilst i was off training he fell off her arm and as she picked him up she felt a lump.
Well that was it last Saturday we took him to our vet and although it's not an avian vet they do have a guy who specialises in birds he examined him and found a tumor on his preening gland he said that he need'ed surgery and we booked him in for tomrow. By now i'd looked it up and knew how seirous a few drops can be they only have about 60 drops in them. When we got him home he bled again about 6 drops and yesterday about 2-3. All this time scince the first bleed i've been so worried about him but i've try'ed to keep to our routeen altho i've been crying alot the vet said that because of his age (11) and the fact that he was week he'd only have a 50/50 chance of coming out of the anastetic anyway so i've been talking to him and fussing him we've been having bread and his favorite pop pink gratefruit flavour barley water trying to make him strong for tomrow.
Then this morning got up no blood in his cage off we went to the door he seemed quite bright even try'ed to sing to the garden birds my Chippy chips, the vet had decided that because we don't drive he'd have Chip's in at 9.10am tomrow so we thought to save him a bit of stress we'd take him in by taxi at 11am so we went down to the vets to arrange this that was fine by them. When we got back still no blood in his cage and i was thinking hell be strong for tomrow, he was so excited to see me and ran to the cage door shouting to be let out so off we went to the door. As soon as we got there he started preening and i was saying leave it alone Chippy don't make it bleed and then he pulled off what looked like a big scab spat it out and then went back to it again then 1 drop 2, 3 ,4 it just started running out of him it'd stoped by the time i'd got the little chap back into the living room but it was all down my arm on the floor poor Chippy by this time he was dizzy and could'nt stand so i put him in his cage my little Chippy was trying to stand on his perch but wobbling poor lad. I rang the vets hed lost about 20 drops of blood and the vet said bring him in this we did and it was a young vet not the bird guy but he looked at Chip's and used some sort of glue on the mass as he called it and that was it they posponed the op untill hed got his strenght back. So we brought him home he was so week he could'nt stand so i held him in my hand and talked to him i'd never stopped talking to him scince the bleed started trying to reassure him but after a while he try'ed to get up and get in his cage on his own so i put him in he stood on his perch next to his mirror for awhile but fell off so picked him up again i try'ed to give him some water but he would'nt take any eventually he try'ed to get back in his cage again but he was so wobbley on his perch that i put him down on the floor, he seemed to be asleep so i coverd the cage over and thought let him sleep gat some strenght back. Then i thought is there anything else i can do for him and i thought whilest he sleeps i join the Budgie forum and cry for help someone there will be able to advise me. Go back to the start of this post.
When i started writing i niped down to check on him and he'd moved i'm regested blind and my eyesights realy poor and i thought he'd got his head tucked under his wing so i came back up to finish my plea for help however Rocky kept on shouting realy loud so i checked again and he'd gone the bleed must have been to much for his little body to cope with.
Right now i'm so sad, life go's on but the world well my world will be a far worse place without Chippy chips in it.
But if there's a lesson to be had hear take it from Chippy the least amount of blood take me to the vets even if i don't want to go.
I'll always remember that little happy bird and i'll keep him in my heart forever but i can't help thinking if i'd of acted early'er maybe we'd have had a few more years looking out the window togehter
Rest in peace, sweet Chippy
