Post by clt80 on Mar 16, 2018 8:16:52 GMT
My sweet, fluffy Bob left a week ago for Rainbow Bridge.
Bob was at the RSPCA with three other budgies. One was reserved so I took the remaining three home in July 2014 and named them Rita, Sue and Bob. As fate would have it the little baby budgie who'd been reserved was never collected so I went back a few days later and brought her home too. The little foursome were together again.
Bob was a beautiful light blue and white. He was a stunning budgie. So fluffy and cute. He wasn't an exhibition budgie but he was large in size. He hit it off with Bertie straight away. By nature Bob was very gentle and loving; as was Bertie. They were both favorites within the flock and it wasn't hard to understand why. Joined at the hip they'd go about their daily business chatting, preening and beak bashing each other. They'd sing songs together on the swing. Wherever one was the other was never far away. Bertie lost the ability to fly after a few years and a bob looked after him so well.
When Bertie passed, Bob bonded with Sue. He could have bonded with any budgie he wanted, he was so popular, but he chose Sue. For the past two years they have been in love. Feeding, kissing, preening and like he was with Bertie - always together with Sue. Bob could fly but after a distance he would start to lose altitude and end up fluttering down to the floor. I started putting my hand down in front of him, I wanted to save him climbing up the wire mesh to a branch. At first he ignored me but soon he gave me his trust and would step on to my hand. The clever Bob knew I'd put him onto a branch. As his flying was not so good, Bob would not go on any high branches or swings. After I added some branches enabling him to go from the lower branches right up to the top of the aviary, Bob was up there. Proud as anything that he was at the top looking down, singing away with happiness. I know look at the main branch I put in for Bob and think of it as Bob's branch. He also had a favorite swing, one in the bottom corner where he would sit and swing with Sue.
Bob was never really ill, so it was a shock last week when I noticed he was fluffed up. Closer inspection showed a clogged vent. A clean of his vent and an emergency trip to the vet happened last Friday morning, Sue went with him to the vets. Bob was extremely weak. Whatever bug he'd got had taken hold fast and the prognosis was not good.
On the drive home Bob fell off of his perch so he sat in a tea towel on my lap. When we got home Sue came inside in the hospital cage and Bob stayed with me sat in his tea towel. His breathing was laboured and he had just no energy. I sat and held him stroking his head gently. It did no good and I don't think it comforted him but I wanted to try to let him know I loved him. After nearly an hour I wondered if me holding Bob was stressing him more but as he was so weak he couldn't tell me by trying to move. So I put him in my arms and I carried him downstairs to find a heater and cage where I could put the tea towel in so he could sit comfortably. I brought the cage into the dining room and unhooked it, as I looked down at my bent arm holding hIm, I noticed Bob's labored breathing had stopped. His breathing had stopped all together. Bob had gone.
Bob was hatched in 2013 according to his leg ring. So he was between 4 - 5 years old which I don't consider to be 'old'. I feel he had more years left in him. This time last week the Sun rose with Bob still in the world, still in my world, and by the time the Sun set my Bob was gone. I still find it hard to believe.
Bob, you were an absolute delight to be with. I can remember clearly the day I first saw you, you were such a fluff ball, you were too cute for words. You brought happiness and a sense of calm to the flock, this is why all the budgies loved you. Your constant chattering is going to be sorely missed. Thank you for trusting me to not hurt you when you jumped into my hand all those times. I am so grateful I got to know you and I loved you and will miss you desperately, as will the others, in particular Sue.
I pray that you have found Bertie over at Rainbow Bridge and that you are both happy and pain free. I imagine you both flying high over long distances, enjoying the air rushing under your wings. Be happy Bob wherever you are, know you were loved.
Until we meet again xxxxxxxxx
Bob was at the RSPCA with three other budgies. One was reserved so I took the remaining three home in July 2014 and named them Rita, Sue and Bob. As fate would have it the little baby budgie who'd been reserved was never collected so I went back a few days later and brought her home too. The little foursome were together again.
Bob was a beautiful light blue and white. He was a stunning budgie. So fluffy and cute. He wasn't an exhibition budgie but he was large in size. He hit it off with Bertie straight away. By nature Bob was very gentle and loving; as was Bertie. They were both favorites within the flock and it wasn't hard to understand why. Joined at the hip they'd go about their daily business chatting, preening and beak bashing each other. They'd sing songs together on the swing. Wherever one was the other was never far away. Bertie lost the ability to fly after a few years and a bob looked after him so well.
When Bertie passed, Bob bonded with Sue. He could have bonded with any budgie he wanted, he was so popular, but he chose Sue. For the past two years they have been in love. Feeding, kissing, preening and like he was with Bertie - always together with Sue. Bob could fly but after a distance he would start to lose altitude and end up fluttering down to the floor. I started putting my hand down in front of him, I wanted to save him climbing up the wire mesh to a branch. At first he ignored me but soon he gave me his trust and would step on to my hand. The clever Bob knew I'd put him onto a branch. As his flying was not so good, Bob would not go on any high branches or swings. After I added some branches enabling him to go from the lower branches right up to the top of the aviary, Bob was up there. Proud as anything that he was at the top looking down, singing away with happiness. I know look at the main branch I put in for Bob and think of it as Bob's branch. He also had a favorite swing, one in the bottom corner where he would sit and swing with Sue.
Bob was never really ill, so it was a shock last week when I noticed he was fluffed up. Closer inspection showed a clogged vent. A clean of his vent and an emergency trip to the vet happened last Friday morning, Sue went with him to the vets. Bob was extremely weak. Whatever bug he'd got had taken hold fast and the prognosis was not good.
On the drive home Bob fell off of his perch so he sat in a tea towel on my lap. When we got home Sue came inside in the hospital cage and Bob stayed with me sat in his tea towel. His breathing was laboured and he had just no energy. I sat and held him stroking his head gently. It did no good and I don't think it comforted him but I wanted to try to let him know I loved him. After nearly an hour I wondered if me holding Bob was stressing him more but as he was so weak he couldn't tell me by trying to move. So I put him in my arms and I carried him downstairs to find a heater and cage where I could put the tea towel in so he could sit comfortably. I brought the cage into the dining room and unhooked it, as I looked down at my bent arm holding hIm, I noticed Bob's labored breathing had stopped. His breathing had stopped all together. Bob had gone.
Bob was hatched in 2013 according to his leg ring. So he was between 4 - 5 years old which I don't consider to be 'old'. I feel he had more years left in him. This time last week the Sun rose with Bob still in the world, still in my world, and by the time the Sun set my Bob was gone. I still find it hard to believe.
Bob, you were an absolute delight to be with. I can remember clearly the day I first saw you, you were such a fluff ball, you were too cute for words. You brought happiness and a sense of calm to the flock, this is why all the budgies loved you. Your constant chattering is going to be sorely missed. Thank you for trusting me to not hurt you when you jumped into my hand all those times. I am so grateful I got to know you and I loved you and will miss you desperately, as will the others, in particular Sue.
I pray that you have found Bertie over at Rainbow Bridge and that you are both happy and pain free. I imagine you both flying high over long distances, enjoying the air rushing under your wings. Be happy Bob wherever you are, know you were loved.
Until we meet again xxxxxxxxx