I've been avoiding this forum because of what happened to my new parakeet. It's been too painful to think about. I adopted her from a guy who wanted to find a good home for his bird since he was moving out of the country. I just feel so bad inside. This guy entrusted his bird to me and I killed her!
A month ago I let my four birds out to run around the living room for a while. I got a phone call, then without thinking let my cat in when he cried at the door. He grabbed Skippy in his mouth but I ran over really fast and made him let go within a few seconds. Skippy was bleeding from a spot just above her leg. I cried a lot for a moment, feeling just awful I let this happen to her but I knew I had to get myself together. I called three vet clinics before I found one that sees birds. I took her in and miraculously the vet couldn't find a single puncture wound or scratch! She was bleeding because of a broken blood feather.
I thought I was so lucky. The vet gave me some pain medications for her since she thought she was probably sore and bruised. The next morning she was puffed up but still on her perch. That evening when I came home she was on the ground. I was really freaked out because I read in a book this is a really bad sign for a budgie. I took her to the vet again, who looked her over and said she thought she was just really bruised and in a lot of pain. I was relieved to hear this.
I gave her another dose of pain meds and put her in a cage in my room to rest for the night. When I came to check on her a few hours later (I know I should have let her rest but I couldn't help it, I was so worried) her neck was arched all the way onto her back, and her legs were stiff behind her. Her pupils were dilated and she was completely limp. I cried so much and talked to her and held her. Poor little baby.
She died ten minutes later.
Later I realized I had once again done something without thinking. She had gotten a dose of pain meds at noon or so and I gave her some before I put her to bed at 6:00. She was only supposed to get a dose every 12 hours. Now I wonder if I overdosed her, and that's why her eyes were dilated. I hope it means she was doped up and not in any pain while she was dying.
Then not two days later my cat (the one who grabbed Skippy) had to go to the vet and eventually died. Essentially it was also my fault because he needed wet food to prevent constipation and I was home by myself and fed him just dry kibble for a week... again, without even thinking. I was real busy that weekend. He got so constipated he died from the toxicity (he also had megacolon, and has been battling constipation for years even when we DO give him wet food consistently). The vet said she suspected he had cancer too but that doesn't really help me feel any better.
He was my baby, I had raised him from a kitten.
I mean, what a great week, killing two pets on accident!
I am not going to let this happen again! I let my birds out in my room only now and lock the door tightly.