08-14-2013, 10:48 PM
Saying goodbye to my Proud Cecylle tomorrow
My beautiful violet budgie, Cecylle, has developed a
growth on her abdomen just in front of her vent. I
thought initially it was an egg, but it wasn't. I then
thought perhaps I was imagining it, but that wasn't
true either. It continued to grow.
I took her to the local bird vet, who assured me it was
just a little fatty tumor and that iodine would shrink it;
no worries. I was so pleased! But the diagnosis was not
right. This doctor is going to be a wonderful vet, but right
now she is only 6 months out of vet school and is working
toward being an avian vet. I did what she recommended,
but the tumor kept growing even faster with the iodine. I
took Cecylle to the Big Expensive Vet last week, who told
me in short little hard-to-misunderstand words that this is
a fast-growing, invasive tumor and there isn't much to be
done about it.
I took my beautiful Cecylle home and hoped the iodine would
win a reprieve, or at least a little more time, but it didn't. I'm
looking at my beautiful, funny, sweet bird, and she is panting,
feet spraddled, lying with her belly on the perch and this now
sizable tumor clearly visible where it is hanging down behind her.
There is no sign of her cheeky sense of humor, no more little
featherlight foot resting on my hand. This morning she wouldn't
even turn around for kale, her favorite. There is no joy in her
eyes and she is silent. Much as I love her, it's time to say goodbye.
Tomorrow morning we'll be waiting when the vet's door opens.
I carry her violet feather in my wallet, because it is beautiful. I
will now carry it because I wish to remember her beauty, and
because I will always love her. Tomorrow you will be able to fly
free, my beautiful Proud Cecylle, and this torment will be nothing
but a memory. I hope you can also remember that I love you.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And never regret anything that made you smile.