
Many of you who know me personally know about my two sons, Willy and Shorty. Willy is a White-Eyed Conure and Shortie is a Genday Conure. A conure is a small breed of parrot. Willy is a loving, cheeky bird who is as likely to bite you as he is to kiss you and he definitely dislikes my hubby. They had a falling out many years ago and no one but Willy can remember what is was about, but now he is a Momma's boy and my cherished pet. At night when I say I love him, he answers, "I love you too" and I've lovingly taught him how to roll over on my chest like a puppy. He has a vocabulary of about 25 words and knows when to use which words in a situation. Willy is 17 and we've had him since he was 2.
We acquired Shortie several years ago from his second owner and don't know much about him. He's beautiful with brilliant feathers of yellow, orange, red, green and even bright blue, but other than that, a most unremarkable bird. He's never wanted out of his cage, didn't talk much, and mostly kept to himself.
Last week I took them both to an Avian Vet, mostly because Willy was pulling out his own feathers (a reaction. we think, to being left with a sitter while we were on the cruise). To my utter surprise, we discovered when we got there that Shortie was in serious health, breathing heaving and puffed up. Birds of this type are renowned for hiding their own illnesses, a characteristic that keeps other birds/animals from attacking them in the wild. I felt terrible that he was so ill, but the doc assured me he had probably hid it quite well up to then.
The doc examined, trimmed, and discharged Willy, but he kept Shortie over the weekend while he performed several tests to determine the cause of his illness. Somewhere through the process, while Shortie was under anesthesia, he passed away. It was determined through an autopsy that he had a severe respiratory infection and they are doing lab work to make sure he didn't have something that could be passed on to Willy or even us.
The outcome of all of this was that we lost one of our family members who'd been with us for about 15 years; we learned our son Shortie was a girl; and we're about $1700 poorer than when we started out.
Perhaps losing Shortie first was better, because it might help me deal better with the loss of Willy when his time comes. Parrots can live to be very old, some as old as 95 to 100, although this breed only lives to be in their 20s. Since Willy is 17 now, I guess I have to consider the possibility that he might not be with us forever.
When I've mentioned the loss of Shortie to my friends, inevitably they will respond back about the loss of one of their pets and how they are still trying to get over it. We form such strong bonds with our pets. Some of my friends show more love to their cats and dogs and birds and reptiles than they do to their kids or spouses--perhaps because animals are so non-judgmental, so forgiving, so simple in their love. And as we get older, we can count on them to stay with us and not venture off to start lives of their own. We count on them to love us regardless of whether we're wrinkled or flabby. And they receive our love so unconditionally and so unabashedly.
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