Hello all, I know a few of you have been waiting for updates.
This is a bit late, but I have taken about a day away from Avian Avenue to mourn.
Monday morning, I called our vet back and she confirmed that she could fit me in, in the early afternoon. I was ecstatic, finally getting somewhere with getting Mabel some proper care and rehabilitation.
Within the next hours, she finally got a bit of appetite back for she was eating, drinking, and being more active than she had been. I thought she was getting better, but I guess it was a rally or a surge. She started acting funny and I realized soon after what was going on.
I had this happen to one of my rats when I was a bit younger, passing on the day of a vet appointment. It is really the worst kind of kick in the gut.
I have solace in the fact that she is not suffering anymore. She was a strong and feisty Quaker who loved nothing more than screaming and chasing budgies away from her millet spray.
She used to scream every time I walked into the room until I walked over and let her "kiss" my cheek.
She deserves to not suffer.
Over the rainbow bridge, her legs are in full use and her special needs are cured.
I will truly miss her.