The tumor really caught us by surprise, because Ollie was only between three and a half and four years old. While we knew it was a possibility, even the vet thought it was remote due to his young age. I can't blame the vets, though. They did all they knew to do without further traumatizing him.
Rick is the good one that stayed with Ollie to the end. I'm so ashamed. Here I am, the big, bad mystery and sci-fi writer that can kill off 3 people in 4 chapters, and I just couldn't do it. I sat in the waiting room and bawled. I've never had to do this before. My previous parakeets all died of natural causes.
It's hard. We rescued Ollie and had high hopes for him having a long, happy life with us, so this is a shock. But I'd do it all over again, even if I knew from the start that we'd only have him for a little while. He was such a joy, with his songs and bright, green feathers. He will certainly be missed.
Zack and Chloe are taking it alright. Frankly, I think they "sensed" that Ollie was terminally ill even before Rick and I realized it. At least, that's what the vet said. His exact words were "they'll take it better than you do." I figured Chloe would take in in stride - coming from an aviary, I'm sure she experienced this many times over. It's Zack that I'm concerned about. And me and Rick.
I want to thank all of you for your prayers, comfort, words of encouragement, and support through Ollie's illness. It means a lot to know that so many people care and understand, and I know it helps me to feel less alone. Thank you so much. You guys really are the best.
That's all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a great weekend.
Rick, Sherri, Zack and Chloe