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firebyrdBlinken died tonight in my arms. I heard a thud out in the living room and went to go see what was up. She was on the floor writing about. I was able to pick her up by scooping my hands around her abdomen, something that she normally never allows. Even once I set her up on the cage, she was not acting right. I took off the collar she had on to keep her from mutilating a sore on her neck and she had definitely lost weight. I weighed her and she'd lost 70 grams. She pooped and it was black and tar-like.
We took the van in today to get it worked on, so I was without a vehicle. Ben wasn't home. My visiting teacher wasn't home. I called my dad, and he headed out immediately, but was a half hour away plus the twenty minutes from here to get to the vet. They agreed to stay open for me as long as I got there by 5:45. Meanwhile, she fell off the t-stand I had on the scale and couldn't perch anymore and was unable to hold her head up anymore. I went and sat down with her and she visibly deteriorated. My dad finally came and she died within two or three minutes of him making it.
I sat with her for a bit, then called the vet to see if they'd go ahead and do the necropsy tonight. They were willing to and my dad insisted on driving, so, as we didn't have a car seat, we set Enoch on the floor of my dad's Suburban and headed down. I was sure she must have had something impacted in her digestive system, because she'd been chewing on her leather collar and the black tarry stools are usually indicative of things not progressing through the system. It turned out that she died of a pulmonary embolism and a blood clot in her aorta, though. She had some dead spots on her liver and blood clots there, perhaps indicative of a forming tumor, and some broke loose. I guess the black stool must have been from blood.
Normally I let the vet dispose of the body, as I have no attachment to the body without the spirit of the creature that inhabited it, but this time I felt the need to keep her. She's in the freezer now, waiting for spring when she can be buried underneath the pussywillow that I planted at my mom's close to twenty years ago.
Superstitiously, I was convinced if I could make it to the year mark without a pet dying I would be out of the danger zone, but it's only been ten months since Valefor died. Goodbye, my sweet, silly emo bird.
We took the van in today to get it worked on, so I was without a vehicle. Ben wasn't home. My visiting teacher wasn't home. I called my dad, and he headed out immediately, but was a half hour away plus the twenty minutes from here to get to the vet. They agreed to stay open for me as long as I got there by 5:45. Meanwhile, she fell off the t-stand I had on the scale and couldn't perch anymore and was unable to hold her head up anymore. I went and sat down with her and she visibly deteriorated. My dad finally came and she died within two or three minutes of him making it.
I sat with her for a bit, then called the vet to see if they'd go ahead and do the necropsy tonight. They were willing to and my dad insisted on driving, so, as we didn't have a car seat, we set Enoch on the floor of my dad's Suburban and headed down. I was sure she must have had something impacted in her digestive system, because she'd been chewing on her leather collar and the black tarry stools are usually indicative of things not progressing through the system. It turned out that she died of a pulmonary embolism and a blood clot in her aorta, though. She had some dead spots on her liver and blood clots there, perhaps indicative of a forming tumor, and some broke loose. I guess the black stool must have been from blood.
Normally I let the vet dispose of the body, as I have no attachment to the body without the spirit of the creature that inhabited it, but this time I felt the need to keep her. She's in the freezer now, waiting for spring when she can be buried underneath the pussywillow that I planted at my mom's close to twenty years ago.
Superstitiously, I was convinced if I could make it to the year mark without a pet dying I would be out of the danger zone, but it's only been ten months since Valefor died. Goodbye, my sweet, silly emo bird.
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Date: 2008-01-17 01:34 pm (UTC)