Hello everyone. It's been a while since I visited the forums, but if you've been on Talk Budgies for many years, you may remember me.
On Friday, my sweet girl, Pistachio passed away. She was approximately 8 years old. She had always been a very healthy budgie and never had any signs of illness since her hatch date.
Two weeks ago, I noticed what looked like an open sore on her chest area next to her wing. I brought her into the avian vet, and they were planning to close the area. It turned out, she had an abscess that needed to be removed, as it was next to her vital organs. I opted to get the surgery done to have the abscess removed during their surgery hours the following week.
My honey dropped off Pistachio at the avian vet for surgery last Friday. In less than a week's time, the mass had at least doubled in size. The doctor and surgeon both greeted him and explained the procedure and said they felt "cautiously optimistic" about the surgery. I was working, but had my phone nearby in case they needed to reach me for any reason or if Pistachio was ready to go home.
My phone rang around noon, and they were having complications during surgery prep. Without even puncturing the abscess, just manipulating the mass to access how they were going to approach the surgery caused excessive bleeding and a decrease in the heartbeat. They wanted to know if I wanted to stop surgery or continue with the heightened risks.
At the doctors recommendation, I opted to stop surgery. I was put on hold while matters deteriorated. They came back on the phone and told me they were giving Pistachio emergency CPR and wanted to know if I wanted them to continue. Of course, I told them to continue.
On hold again, and the doctor came back to the phone while I was in tears. She explained that Pistachio's little heart stopped beating, while five of them attempted to revive her. The mass was supplying her head and heart with blood, and was associated with a nerve that links to the respiratory system. I was devastated...
I rushed home and had the opportunity to say goodbye to my little one. We took her home in a very thoughtful little box with her name on it and some artwork. We had a burial in the backyard where she now joins her mom, dad and sister.
The next morning, I received the test results for the biopsy of the mass and it turned out my little girl had cancer.
Her sister, Pear Bear, is the only remaining sibling of Banana and Peaches. Their daughters, Sunflower and Pistachio are now flying high on Rainbow Bridge with their parents. I'm just hoping that Pear Bear will be okay as the lone ranger. I will do whatever it takes to make sure she has the happiest life she can have.
Pear Bear's been through so much already. She had her hormones killed off through a three part injection series because they were killing her. This also associated to her inability to have full use of her feet. She definitely gets around in her own way, just fine though and is always energetic and full of life. She will without a doubt, be spoiled rotten for the remainder of her days.