I know it sounds horrible, but I wish my bird was acting miserable right now. It would make making the decision to euthanize her so much easier. Her abdomen is getting fuller and harder day by day and I know soon she's going to be completely obstructed, so I know what I need to do. But she's still so bright and engaged, and gets so excited every time she sees or hears me, even more so than usual because I've been doting on her so much and giving her so many treats. Every time I think about taking her in to the vet, I think about how excited she'll get when I approach her cage that final time, expecting just another quick cuddle and some treats, not knowing she's going to her death, and I feel somehow like I'm betraying her. It's so stupid. 😕
You know, if someone had told the me of 3 years ago that someday I'd be this deeply attached to a pigeon, I would have thought they were crazy. Or if they'd said I'd be this into birds, for that matter. And I owe it all to a hawk with a parasite who pooped in the wrong place. Funny how these things happen.