Sister did not make it through the night. I want to thank everyone for their advice and words of encouragement. Even though I don’t know any of you guys, I wanted to tell you all first.
We went to the vet yesterday morning and her weight was down even even after I had been feeding her with a crop needle 3 times a day.
607g first visit
585g three days later
499g one week later
The vet decided we would up the feedings. He mentioned in our second visit he was concerned it was something greater. After our visit Saturday he indicated that suspicion was growing.
He also mentioned the possibility of someone selling her knowing she was sick. I knew that was a risk I was taking when choosing her, but I guess that doesn’t really matter at this point.
My mother came with me and we spent another hour going over best practices for using the crop needle. We used a different needle that he thought I might find easier for me to use.
After the vet on Saturday was the most “textbook Macaw” I’d ever seen her. She was preening, standing on one foot and scratching her head etc. All behaviors I’d never seen before.
At 7pm I gave her the evening feeding and it went the best it had ever gone. The new needle and training had me a lot less shakey than before.
I installed a camera and checked it at 11pm and everything appeared fine. At 11:45pm I checked again and couldn’t see her. She was on the bottom of the cage, and not in a position I think she would have chose.
She was breathing heavily. That was a topic I read about earlier In the day. Most of my free time has been spent reading ebooks about macaws and reading older forum conversations so I was aware this was not a good sign. I took her out and let her cuddle up on the chest on the couch. Her head was up and she was making an occasional sound like a goose mixed with a dove. I wasn’t sure if she sounded exhausted or content.
I hoped the heavy breathing was from the stress of being uncomfortable at the bottom of the cage and that it would subside but it did not.
At 3am her condition had not changed. I dozed off on the couch. At 5am I woke up and she was on my chest in the exact same position, but no longer alive.
She wasn’t the smartest choice when choosing a lifetime companion, but at least I gave her a chance she might not have had with someone else.-
I feel like I’m a Macaw person now, but I don’t have one anymore.