PT, our little parrotlet, passed away today. In the middle of the night, he seemed to be in a bit of distress- Tom was going to rush him up to the emergency vet, but after a few minutes, PT settled back in and fell asleep.
We made the incredibly difficult decision to say goodbye this morning. Tom and I both knew it was time because we didn’t want him to experience any pain or suffering and there was no chance of him improving. Even though we absolutely knew it was the right thing, it was still agonizing. Argh. Argh.
We’re *so* lucky to have had 13+ years with him. So so lucky. I’m trying to remember that tonight instead of focusing on him not being with us. We’re also trying to focus on Herbie, his brother- we’ve moved Herbie’s cage next to Winnie’s (our larger bird- she’s a Caique) and the two of them spent the day tenatively chatting and checking out one another- they’ve lived in different rooms so we’re going to see if they might like to be friends. Our vet is guiding us through the process.
I have to say, it’s very comforting to have Herbie because PT and he were a little “set”, so it’s like we still have a bit of PT with us, still.
I’ll be back in a few days.