kiffie

Jackie died today.

She got an egg bound up sometime last night, which caused a prolapse. My mom spent a couple hours trying to work the egg out with oil. It helped, but not enough. This morning, she put her in a dish of water. The egg came out, then Jackie went.

She'll be buried next to Hubert.

Gave her more water.

Now I have two owwies. ;_;

She's resting right now.

She didn't eat much, if anything, today. That's worrisome. If she doesn't eat something soon, she'll starve. Forcefeeding might be an option, but I have no idea how to do it. Euthanasia might still be the way to go. If she doesn't eat by noon, we're gonna have to go see the vet for that, because she will probably never eat on her own. But if she does, we're gonna go ahead and move her into a modified Rubbermaid bin so she won't hurt herself.

This is horrible. Mentally, she's still all there. It's only her leg and the last joint of her wing. But if she won't eat... :/

Jackie isn't doing too well.

Talked to Mom today. Jackie's started screaming. If you've owned parakeets, you probably know what this sounds like. It's the sad, long, drawn-out call that comes after the normal "where are you?" calls don't work. She's also talking to herself. Then yelling at herself.

This is bad.

I suppose I have two options:

Try to find another parakeet, about her age, and try to introduce them. I don't know if this would work. She doesn't like other birds. It took so long for her and Hubert to get along, and they may just end up killing eachother, even after the 'proper' introduction period. But if I don't, she'll get more and more violent. Right now, she's taking her anger out on the seed-dish and the cage. She might work it onto herself. And self-mutilation is one neurosis I do not want to deal with.

Try to home her with the Pasadena Humane Society. They have a huge, outdoor aviary with hundreds of parakeets. She'd be forced to be social. However, it would mean giving her up. It would also mean putting her into a very uncomfortable situation. It's been years since she's been in a flock situation. She might not know how to deal with it. It might make things even worse. It might make her forget this, or it might drive her over the edge. She could kill herself.

Damnit. I don't know how to deal with this. Jackie is not a tame parakeet. How do I deal with something that feels no attachment to me? She was never my pet! She was his. Always his.

She was his birthday present.

Fuck.

A little while ago, my mom's CD player/boombox thingy broke. I had one in my room that only saw limited use, so I decided to give her that one.

This did create an odd problem: Sometimes, when it was too hot for me to be in my room (and yet the birds seemed comfortable -- different tolerances), I'd leave the radio on to keep them occupied. Radio gone, I decided to turn on the TV.

Well, there's not much on at 1pm that isn't screaming, horrible Jerry Springer-type stuff that's a cuss every other word.

Save bad soaps.

So right now, Hubert and Jackie are watching two soap opera folks strip naked in a sauna to save their lives. Yes. That's right. Some villainous knave locked the sexy, sexy male and female leads in a sauna to kill them. Now they must remove their clothes or die.

Hubert, pervert that he is, is probably enjoying this.