This weekend, I had scheduled to visit Indiana for my grandma's birthday. She has cancer and is weak in health, so we combined all the winter holidays with her birthday and threw it on one day. Two days before my flight, Princess was fluffy and sulking in the bottom of her cage. After a heat lamp did not improve her disposition 24 hours later, I took her to an ER vet after she began to manically search for a different food than I have given her. Princess would only eat canary seed, dissing the other seeds in the mix that she currently ate. I suspected that she was having a nutrition issue, possibly due to a failed liver. Princess already had a lipoma.
The ER vet gave her fluids, and a calcium shot in case she was egg binding. Any further details would have to be done through bloodwork at an avian vet. I got home at 3 am, worked 7 hours the next day, then had to be on a plane. There was nothing I could do; even if I went to the avian vet, blood work results would take days to process. I left cautionary instructions with my bird sitter.
During our big family party, I got a phone call - Princess Snowflake Awayukikan was found dead in her cage. I had told her good bye before I left in case this happened, which helped lessen the blow. I just got home tonight, and got to see her, all soft and fluffy but chilled from the freezer. She was a beautiful bird with a haughty, regal personality and I will be giving her as royal a funeral as I can.
Although the family weekend went well, it was personally a disaster. I missed a concert for a band I had waited 8 years to reunite, Princess died, the fan in my laptop died, and I discovered that I forgot to pack underwear. That may also be the last time I see my grandmother. T_T ugh.
The only good news is that I can now keep Mr. Bird, the blue bird, whom I was going to give away because he wouldn't stop feeding Princess.