Well, I came home from work today and found Old-Keet dead. I had prepared myself for this and thought that she would be lucky to survive the winter. I've noticed some changes in her mood over the last week. She stopped allowing Peter to feed her as much and her cede was turning blue, which it has never done, even when she wasn't in breeding mode. I don't know her exact age, but I would guess she was around 7.
I'll write out her story in another post tonight. I've got to go put on a happy face for Christmas now.
Thanks for the signature BudgieKiss!
I'm so sorry to hear that Old-Keet has gone on to
The Bridge. Even when we think we're ready for
the loss, it always hits harder than we think, and
I know your day must be touched with sadness
today. She was definitely a senior bird, and by
your words I can tell she was loved. No bird could
ask for more than that.
__________________ Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And never regret anything that made you smile.
So, as far as I know, this is a little about Old Keet...
I met her back in 2006. She was my now ex-girlfriend's bird. Old Keet was in a rather small cage with an unnamed male. They loved each other, but they always bickered. I used to make up imaginary arguments that they were having. In reality, it was probably because the cage was too small.
Almost a year later, there was an accident, where the cage was knocked over, sending both birds out free into the house. Old Keet was saved, but her mate was killed by a house cat. She then spent a while on her own before new birds were purchased.
Old Keet was moved into a knew cage with three new friends. Two of which were Mom and Dad Keet. The other was a male and her mate. Old Keet and her mate were the sort of flock leaders. The group was together for a couple years.
In the summer, the cage was moved to the back porch of my ex's house. They loved being out in the sun and fresh air. You could hear them singing from the opposite end of the street. One day, while no one was home, a small child thought it would be fun to open up the cage door. Only Old Keet's mate flew out and was never seen again.
She went from being in charge to being the third wheel. Mom Keet always seemed to push her around.
While I was in my last year of college, my ex's brother decided to hook up a nest box in the cage. This led to Mom and Dad Keet mating and starting a family. Of course, Old Keet was still in the cage with them. Her and Dad Keet always fought, which led to Dad Keet getting his toe broken by her. Coming back from school and realizing the problem, we removed her to a separate cage.
Once the babies were weaned and gone, she was put back in the cage. She had a quiet and lonely life with no mate. A couple years ago, I saw Peter Keet being advertised on Craigslist, so I bought him. After quarantine, he was introduced and he hit it off with Old Keet. They were always together. He loved grooming and feeding her.
This past summer I noticed a lameness in her leg. It was later determined to be kidney cancer. Peter did everything he could for her. He would eat as much as he could, only to hop over and regurgitate it up for her. He even taught her to eat pellets. As the cancer continued, she didn't move as much. She would lean up against Peter for support.
Last week I noticed her not letting Peter feed her as much. I'd like to think she knew it was getting to be her time. I checked on her this morning and she seemed as well as she could be. And, well, I found her dead after I got home today.
I buried her in my parents' flower garden tonight.
Thanks for the signature BudgieKiss!