let me tell you about a bird that changed who i am.
I've always been a dog person, that was my number one pet, and since i lived in the apartments that didnt allow dogs i was petless for a long time.
My mom one day suggested i get a parakeet. So i did.
Two weeks later i got him some company, another parakeet. These two ran my house, there was no place in the house that they didnt explore.
They became my priority, it was all about them two.
I dreamed about them, i spoke about them when not home. They were my little comedians.
Millions of videos and pictures i took first few months.
The blue was special, he played with anything he could find in the house.
One day tho as i was getting ready to leave the house and go to work, since they slept in the cage i heard something fall in the cage, i rushed there to find my blue on the bottom shaking, with his legs extended. Honestly it just didnt look right.
I called off, and got on the bus with my little parakeet and we were on our way to emergency room.
Man it took me 3 hours to get there, i swear public transportation was horrible back then.. All i remember was that i cried like never before in my life.
He was almost lifeless.
We get to emergency, they said well your parakeet is having seizures and the best thing would be to put him to sleep because he will never surrvive this.
I knew better. I took my parakeet and little bit of meds that they gave him and we were on our way home.
Took longer to get home, cabs dont even come that way where i was. I was at the end of the world, These exotic vets always find a place away from civilization.
So finally me and my Blue got home, I was so cried out that i started throwing up, i gave my keet his meds and i went to sleep. I swear when i woke up i thougth it was a dream.
But it wasnt.
He was still in the shoe box, with his head spinning, little body twitching.. he didnt eat, or drink nothing.
I started force feeding him, That is the hardest job in the world force feeding a parakeet..
Little by little i was able to get some food into his belly, some water and some meds.
I held him the whole day. For some reason any time he was in my hand his seizures would stop and he was finally able to get some sleep.
Poor little bird.
Two days have passed without a change. I keept doing what i was doing just to keep him alive. I was running out of options and i thought he will not surrvive..
Third day seizures were non stop, Twitching, and turning, he was losing weight so fast. But i kept up with the feeding and with the water.
That third day my mom said something how she saw it on tv one day that people in china would use water as the only medicine .. but there was a catch.. you would have to take a glass of water put it in front of you and talk to that glass..
Say all the positive things to that water.. must think positive..
And thats what i did, i swear i spoke to that glass of water like it was aliving thing, i mean i knew water was alive but that it will do a mirracle i believed that too..
After i have said everything i had on my mind about my little bird and how amazing water really was..
I took some in the surringe and started giving it to my tired little bird.
To my suprise he started moving his little beak wanting more..i gave him 5 ml, he wanted more, i gave him 5 more, he wanted more.. gave him some more then i put the surringe down and put the glass next to him.. and to my suprise he started drinking out of the glass..
I have no idea where did he store all that water, but i didnt move him away from the glass untill he stopped drinking on his own..
Fourth day, i got home from work, i rushed to the box, and i didnt find him there.. i looked around the room, and i found him laying down next to my bed..
YES he flew out of the box. I almost had a heart attack when he flew away from me.. He flew again..
I catch him real fast put him in that box.. and i offer him his seed. HE ATE ON HIS OWN.
I really cant explain how i felt at that moment..i was soooooo happy.. beyond happy.
Fifth day i put him back in his cage cause to be honest seizures have damaged part of his brain and he lost the ability to balance him self when flying.. i feel if there was no celling he would hit the moon.
... i noticed he didnt drink water out of his dish anymore so for the next 4 years during the day i would provide him with wet persley where he would lick the water dropps off of it.. at bed time he would lift his head up cause he knew a surringe with fresh water was coming thry the bars in the cage and thats how he was drinking water next 4 years...
Yes he lived after that, and he lived and told me many stories, he was singing to the last day...
Few days before his death, i was out of town, i had my mom care for him, nobody can do it better but i had to leave the town.
He was weak before i left i knew i would lose him soon, so when i got back home, he was really happy to see me and his persley and his dropps of water.. he rushed towards the corner of the cage to catch those dropps...
He died that night.. ..
I feel as if he waited for me to get home so he could die.. i didnt cry much i was prepared for it. i knew it was going to happend one day..
This little bird changed my life.. i realized i have a gift of healing.. i went and enrolled myself in school, i am now a certified veterinary tech and i have saved hundreds of birds.. if it wasnt for him i never would have noticed all the baby birds that were fallen out of the nest that needed somebody to care for them.
I am a different person now and i love who i became ..
I am surrounded by a bird song every day..
Today i said to my mom..these little parakeets gonna be araund me to the day i die.. their chripping is going to be the last thing i hear before i close my eyes too..
R.I.P. Blue Feather