...is going to be with his lifelong buddy, Snickers, at the Rainbow Bridge tomorrow.
This is heartbreaking, of course. However, he has gone blind and unlike Juanita's two, is not adjusting at all. He repeatedly panics as he is unsure of attacks toward him lurking. If I am not right there, this happens. If I walk into another room, for example. He has become this leery of his own cage. He didn't eat for three days from his pellet dish. He is just so sad about perceiving that he is LESS as these changes are coming on rapidly. And they have... I am guilty of letting him hang on for so long, hoping for that adjustment.
Although I just don't know how to live without him, I feel confident (seeing so many changes that I cannot detail here) that I am freeing him from this constant terror of predation due to being weaker and weaker. He is 24 at least, so there are likely aging processes going on as well.
As bird do, he tries to hide it but I see it all as I am here always.
Also, there is also the matter of a molt that will come soon and I recall how much it took out of him last year. I think it will be too much.
I am hoping for support and no judgment if that is possible. We are spending the day with me right there beside him as I am working from home. It is all about us today... I hope I am giving him the gift I think I am.

Thanks for any support you can give us.

Gina