Today, the day that shares my birthday, my little baby girl Puck passed away.
She had a returning crop infection, and while on checkup the vet noticed a weird 'lump' in her crop that he couldn't place. He wanted to operate, but she was so weak at the time that I wanted to let her strenghten first and get a second opinion from an avian vet (just in case)
The vet came to the same conclusion and gave us some fatty-food (similiar to the food you give chicks that you hand-raise) to try and fatten her up a bit before the operation.
She was gaining some weight, but not a lot, I suspected that whatever it was that was in her crop was also preventing her from eating a lot.
So this morning was her operation, she was cheerful and energetic last night but I said my goodbyes nonetheless because I wouldn't be able to take her in myself. My mom came to pick her up from my house and take her down to the vet.
About an hour ago I got the call.. she passed away. Everything was going great up until one point that her tiny little heart just stopped beating and they couldn't bring her back. The vet extracted a 2 cm/0.8 inch ball of what, at first glance, looked like HAIR from her crop. She's investigating that at the moment.
I'm shocked and sad. My poor little baby girl, with so much personality, just left. And I feel guilty now for not being there. That she endure it all in a stranger's hands.
I hope you don't blame me Puck, say hi to Rocky for me up there. You never got to meet him but you two were meant for eachother first time around. Sadly he suddenly died during your quarantine.
Another one who I know will miss you as much as I will is your mate, Pim. I hope he'll be okay.
Fly high pretty baby.