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Sophie doesn't seem to understand what is going on. Yesterday Petey was at the bottom of his home for several hours, and she was next to me as I held him last evening, crying. She was all "omg I'm so special and sweet and I loooove you mommy!" last night, her usual adorable self.

When I put her to bed last night, she yelled a few times. I came to check on her, and the first time I came in, instead of being asleep on her cage or on Petey's cage, she was hanging monkey-style with by one foot from the blinds, looking out to the patio, expectantly. I came back a half hour later to check on her, and she was hanging upside down, watching out the window, waiting.

Tonight I have kept her with me all night. I finally put her to bed around 10:00 pm. When I went in to check on her again at 11:00pm she was perched atop the curtain rod, sleeping... and still waiting. I woke her up again and brought her out with me.

Right now she is on my monitor, preening. Her eyes have always been so expressive. I have never seen her so sad. :( She is usually so soulfully full of life and exuberance, combined with a touch of mischief. Tonight her eyes are deep, and seem filled with confusion and sadness. She keeps running over to me, pressing her head against my cheek, her eyes half open, as if drawing comfort from me. I gave her two feedings of moist, warm food (very comforting).


Petey died of Sarcocystosis... and Athie and Sophie likely have it too. :( Treatment begins tomorrow and hopefully will be successful. )
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My Dearest Petey,

My heart is broken tonight as I sit here without you. When I came home this evening I found your lifeless body at the bottom of your home. I ran over to you, hoping against hope, that your spirit had not left the shell of your body. But it had, as told by the stiffness in that shell I had come to so love.

You were my angel-boy, a seraph who had come into my life for the briefest of visits. This morning you didn't look like you were feeling well. I promised to call the vet if you still didn't look too perky tonight, never suspecting that you could slip away so quickly. I had a board meeting--I absolutely could not miss it. I should have called J to ask him to take you to the vet. I am so sorry my love. I will never forgive myself.

As I held you close to my chest this morning, kissing your precious little forehead, and keeping you against my heart, I thought of how happy you have become here. I thought, with a touch of humility, of how very much you trust me, how you seem to love me too. Last month you learned to fly from the top of the patio shed. You were so very proud when you took that first leap off of the scary-high spot. You landed on my hand, bursting with joy, and you spread your wings and bobbed. I kissed you and hugged you, so very proud, too. (Then you climbed back up and we did this ten more times!)

Last week we started practicing how to wave. I felt a touch of humility then, too, as you let me touch your wing, and, saying "Wave!" you would lift it ever so slightly. Then you dived into my chest for kisses and cuddles. Yes, my little love, it took courage, and I was so humbled to have earned such trust. All this week we practiced "Jump!" with a wave when you landed--and you did so well.

Thank you for your trust, for your love, for your cuddles. I remember when we first brought you home I couldn't hold you for ten seconds! And now you rode around my shoulder, observing all I do, an extension of my heart.

I know your spirit is free in that endless sky, where you fly unhindered by fear or the scars of abuse. I know we will meet again soon, and look forward to seeing your beautiful eyes and kissing your sweet forehead.

Much love,


PS--please keep an eye on your little sister, Soph. I'm not sure I'd survive losing both of you.
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This is a huge breakthrough! He's *never* let me scratch his head!!

This morning when I came into the parrot room Petey ran around on the top of his cage--a bit unusual since he usually runs to the side of his cage to hide. I had already picked up Soph and had her on my chest giving her kisses and head scritches. He slowly walked toward me and I'd put my finger up to see if he wanted to go outside.

Instead of stepping up, he gently put his head under my fingers. He was nervous as all heck--I could tell because his beak was chattering, something he does when he's scared. He let me scratch his head for a few seconds and then he ran away, skipping and jumping and hid behind hte cage. Then he jumped back up, ran in circles on top of his cage, and then slowly came back to me. Again, he put his head under my fingers to let me scritch his feathers. He stayed longer this time, his beak chattering, and then he ran off and hid. It took a little longer to convince him to try once more. With my right hand I was petting Soph, so my left hand had been offered. Finally I switched hands and he came running. "I only trust the hand that was so nice to Sophia!"

He ran off again, skipping in circles. It took him a little while to settle down again, but when he did, he came to my hand to step up and we went to the kitchen to make breakfast--Sophia on one shoulder, Petey on the other.

After I made their breakfast and they'd eaten it, I again offered my hand to Petey. Instead of running away and hten remembering that I'm The Vehicle and returning, he immediately came and stepped up. "Let's go outside."

Right now he's on the orchid stand, which is in front of the sliding door. He keeps peeking inside (the door is open) to watch what I'm doing. :)

Ooooh! I love my feather-butt kids!!!


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