Hi, well I thought I'd post a tribute to my lovely budgie Billy who died yesterday unexpectedly. I'm finding it really difficult to come to terms with the loss so thought something like this is a really nice idea. A lot of people have said (trying to help) that I just need to let it go and move on but he was such a special character and a proper part of the family that I don't want to or at least I'm not ready to yet. Anyway, Billy was my first budgie and quite a surprise as we never actually went out and bought him. We found him sitting on the window ledge in our spare room back in November. It had been a freezing night and was frosty outside that morning. I use the spare room to smoke in out of the window and had left it open for an hour or so before going to bed that night so obviously Billy had been sitting there in the dark all night, bless him. The first I knew about him was when I walked in early the next morning to get ready for work, it was just getting light and I walked to the window to look out at the park opposite without turning the light on. I must have given him a fright (and him me) because suddenly he flew at my face flapping his wings and I ran screaming out of the room, not knowing what it was. Well to cut a long story short my boyfriend came to investigate and we found our little blue budgie sitting there. We discovered that he had blood on his head, possibly from flying at the window throughout the night trying to get out although we don't know. To this day we still don't know where he came from and although we had no idea how to care for a budgie we decided the only thing for it was to get him settled and nurse him back to health and that was how Billy became part of our family. We bought him all the essentials like food, a cage, toys and sand and he seemed happy enough. Naturally, at first he was nervous and anxious around everyone and would edge away if you came too close. To be honest, he still often did this until the day he died but he did come out of his shell so much over the months. About 2 months ago, he started sitting on the coffee table, right next to where we were sitting, eating everything in sight like the remains of my cereal an trying to drink my coffee. If he was out of his cage when we had made food he wouldn't hesitate to try to fight us for it, perching on our shoulders and back and trying to land on the plate. He also started sitting on the laptop while we were using it and even perching on our shoulders or knee and walking around the carpet. We were both absolutely made up with how cheeky he became, to us it was proof that he was happy and settled with us and had begun to trust us and we were always laughing at something he was doing or had done when me or my boyfriend were out. Our Billy knew when he wanted something and wouldn't hesitate to try to get it. He had some really cute little quirks like making a little chirp when the buzzer went as he knew that it was usually my Zack my boyfriend coming in and tweeting loudly when he heard the key turning in the lock of the door. I think he just loved being around people to show off but on his terms. He would choose if he wanted to come and sit with us but if we tried to stroke him then he would move away or fly off, he probably still felt a bit vulnerable and liked to feel in control of the situation. Anyway that was our little Billy and his personality. Now to the sad bit..! Yesterday morning I got up and found him at the bottom of his cage, he had his eyes closed and wasn't responding when I called his name. He was also leaning to one side as if he'd had a stroke. I rang the vets and managed to get an appointment for a couple of hours time. However, it became obvious that he was going downhill fast. He wouldn't eat or drink, couldn't move or balance and kept falling onto his beak and side. He was really drowsy and listless and just obviously not very well at all. Panicking, I managed to get an emergency vets appointment and we took him straight in where he was diagnosed with a chest infection. She gave him a shot of antibiotics and said that his breathing didn't sound good so to take him home, give him some tlc and to bring him back Monday if he was still with us. Half an hour later, as we were settling him in his cage and making sue he was warm and had everything he needed near to him where he could reach it, he died in Zack's hand after having what looked like a sort of seizure and falling onto his back. To say we were devastated doesn't really come close. Although he was in a bad way, I honestly had thought he would pull through. I couldn't help but feel torn about whether I did the right thing taking him to the vets. On the one hand, we obviously wanted to give him the best chance of survival and couldn't bear to just leave him to die, possibly in pain, without doing anything to help him but at the same time, if I'd have known that he wasn't going to make it then I wouldn't have put him through the trauma of being handled by a stranger (the vet) and having an injection. I realised after he died that had we kept to the original time of his appointment then he would have died in the vets, frightened and I guess I would probably have convinced myself that he died from the shock and fright of it so would have felt even worse. Overall, we tried to give him the best chance of survival and did what we could but it was obviously too late. Am just grateful he died at home, with us, safe and warm and I know we did all we could towards the end. Anyway, I basically wanted to write this coz I really never thought I would be this upset to lose him. I think the fact that it was so out of the blue, he'd been fine the night before, eating and tweeting as normal, and the fact that we watched him die in what looked like quite a traumatic way has made this worse, am just glad that we gave him a good few months and what was hopefully a happy, but short life! Never realised that it would be so difficult to lose a pet but I suppose that's because he was part of a family and not just a pet and it still feels like he's here, I keep finding his feathers everywhere and there's still seeds scattered all over the computer table from where he used to throw them out of his cage! We buried our Billy this morning in my boyfriends mum's garden and I guess that's the end of a chapter. RIP Billy, Miss and love you lots and lots.. its far too quiet without you. xx
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Im sorry to hear this,Fly high and free Billy xox
Do hope you and your hubby recover from such an experience
Why do the ones we love always go first?
(R.I.P. Silky & Snowhite,i miss you!)
he will be waiting for you at rainbow bridge
RIP Alex,Drako,Winter,Evergreen,Silky and Snowwhite. Love you lots.
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Rest in Peace, sweet little Billy. Keep his cute face and happy song close to your heart, and he will be with you forever. You gave Billy the life he deserved, filled with love and good care. He's watching over you now, saying, "Thank you."
that's really lovely, thanks. so glad I joined this forum coz the support has been great and it's really helping even tho I get a bit teary everytime I read one of the lovely replies but in a good way x
Hi Emma I am so sorry for your loss and i too have been there. Billy had a wonderful life with you and he was so well cared for and he sounded a happy boy what a tribute to your care. You did the right thing in taking Billy to the vet and it shows what a responsible pet owner you are. You you were a brilliant mom to him. Fly high and free in Rainbow Bridge little Billy. Here's a hug