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just spend some quality time with my parakeet, aggamemnon.

Her foot does not seem to be getting better. Dammit! Her little toes just don't work, they hang down limp and she can't cling to things with that foot. The vet said it was because of a swollen kidney, give her this medicine for ten days and call it good. I guess it has only been seven days. But I want her to be better.

She's not biting as much, that's nice. I've found that throwing a towel over her to hold her while I medicate her (she gets a tiny little drop out of a syringe twice a day) doesn't work as well as just grabbing her with my hand, and she doesn't mind that as much as I thought. I figured she'd take a chunk out of my finger or something, but she hasn't, especially when I hold her close to my robe and she's so distracted by the terrycloth (terrycloth... wheee! so many things to chew on!) that she doesn't seem to mind being held.

I'm so happy with my birds living with me. College was tough, only getting to see them every month or so. They started to act like they didn't even know me that well. But aggy definately knows me now, and she knows Dave, she flys over to us to see what we're doing, it's nuts. I was eating dinner tonight and she about landed in my food, freaked me out. I gave her some lettuce, that made her happy.

Afterwards we kinda hung out, she sat on my hand and chewed on my fingers some and let me pet her, which is a little funny, she usually doesn't like it when I even pretend to touch her. She gets in cuddly moods sometimes. When she was a baby that's all we did. She was born in my room my sophomore year of high school, hatched out of one of those eggs we never thought would hatch, and it totally freaked me out. Baby birds are nasty looking. Thin skin stretched across organs. A funny wormy alien looking thing. And noisy... a lot noisier than you'd ever imagine something smaller than your thumb being. But she grew on me and we'd spend all kinds of time cuddling because she was a baby and didn't know any better, she'd eat whatever I offered out of my hand, she'd make great efforts to hobble across the carpet and fall asleep right up against me. The vet said she wouldn't live more than a few days... ha! she made it this far!

So it annoys me to see her not feeling well. She had a lung infection last summer that required medication, we could tell because her feathers didn't look healthy, but she got over that. I really want her to get over this kidney issue but feel kind of helpless.

She's what... seven years old? I think she was born in august, 1995. Parakeets can have a 15 year life expecency, so she's practically middle-aged, she's like... 35 in human years or something. If that works. Either way, I'm going to try to stay optimistic about this thing, aggy can beat anything if she puts her mind to it.


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Nov. 13th, 2002 10:57 pm (UTC)
35? Geez ... she needs a sports car and a new man, woman! :)

Well, maybe just the sports car.
Nov. 14th, 2002 12:24 am (UTC)
good luck with the Aggy, I'm sure everything will work out.
Nov. 14th, 2002 06:41 am (UTC)
35. Middle aged. OK, I'm depressed now.

I hope Aggy gets to feeling better. (((hugs)))
Nov. 14th, 2002 02:41 pm (UTC)
As far as Aggy, I feel the same way about my dogs. When I moved in with my dad two years ago, I was so depressed (that whole divorce/running away/my mother hates me thing) that nobody knew how to help me. Everything seemed to get better over-night when my dad brought me home a little bitty puppy. I really didn't like him at first, I thought he was ugly and smelled funny. Then Dad brought home Savannah, the dog I had left with my mom, and eventually I got attached to both of them. Even Little Bit, the ugly as sin puppy, has a firm place that I don't want him to ever go.
Nov. 14th, 2002 03:45 pm (UTC)
Keep us updated on Aggie. I really hope she gets better.
Nov. 14th, 2002 05:35 pm (UTC)
i had a parakeet,a nd it landed next to my dad and he knocked it off the couch cause he didnt like it and it broke its leg, but got better
its name was humperdink!
get a flying squirrel! the best pets. mine slept wit me. and they have a 30 year in captivity range. and to clean, ifiny uo let them out around the room, vacume there poop corner regurally.
mines name was JHIN
but i let it go cause i could not bring it to collage.
they are the best.
good luck with your bird.
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