My bird is dying. I know it. He knows it. After his breath grew much more labored last night, I scheduled a vet visit for 11:00 prepared to say goodbye without suffering. But as I sit with him gasping for air on my chest, our breath coming in complimentary rhythm, he seems at peace. He gives me kisses each time his eyes open. As I type this, hes chewing on my necklace and softly weezing. He is not sad. He is not scared. He is not in pain. And now hes trying to mate with my hand. He will get tired. His body will continue to fight for what it needs, but death is a natural part of life. How can I rob him of the dignity of dying naturally at home, cuddling on the person he loves? For what? To place him in a strange environment and stop suddenly the process that happens so naturally with us all? Why? For not having to watch? I know the vet cant do anything to fix him. Hes 19 years old. He could die from stress of travel on the way. What comfort would that bring either one of us? I really dont know what to do, but I am inclined to sit with my friend for as long as he needs me. The vet doesnt seem to be the best option, right now. That he just hopped on the keyboard, his feet tapping the word no (and next to it bpp) ... How do I ignore that?!?
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 13:33:33 +0000
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