The Budgie – A Sensitive Soul
My mother passed away in February and I took on responsibility for her budgerigar Sky. He is a lovely little bird – very noisy and feisty – isn’t hand tamed and doesn’t like to be touched. Heaven help you if you try! He is approximately 5 years old – give or take.
Mum used to bring Sky with her when she visited, so I was aware of how to look after him, but other than that I really didn’t have a clue about budgies. I remember one we had as a family pet when I was a teenager and that was about it.
Sky and I got into a routine for the first 5 months – I opened his cage door every morning but he never left it. He was happy to flap his wings inside his cage which is large enough to do so with room to spare.
Then came the day about a month ago when he ventured out and the problems started. On the few times that he started to fly around he flew into the walls and had a nasty fall when he misjudged a shelf – this had never happened to him before and he went into shock.
This noisy, feisty little bird became quiet – he couldn’t keep up onto his perch properly and ended up walking around on the bottom of his cage – it was truly heart breaking to watch. He would jump at the slightest movement or unexpected sound and fly around in a panic. I knew that there was something seriously wrong when he allowed me to keep up him in my hand on 3 separate occasions when I had to rescue him from falling off his perch.
I am fortunate to be friends with some animal healers and communicators and one of them instructed me on giving him Rescue cure and that helped. She didn’t see a serious illness with him, just a bit sore from his collisions, and she did some distant healing on him and he perked up quite a bit, but was nevertheless far from back to his normal self. He was much calmer though and didn’t go into panics, so I decided to get him checked out by the vet in addition.
Sky was far from happy at being caught and put into a very pretty tissue box and carted along to the vet, a very pleasant man who specialises in small animals. He examined him and found him to be underweight, but with no external damage, good eye sight and no problem with his claws. However, he did speculate that he might have liver and/or kidney problems and told me that budgies often only lived between 5 to 7 years and that 15 years (which is what I had read) was the exception instead of the rule. He gave me some medicine and made an appointment for the following week, but I could tell by his demeanour that he didn’t expect Sky to survive.
I was absolutely heartbroken – this little bird had crept into my heart and was also a connection to Mum and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him so soon.
Synchronicity is a big part of my life and I was given further information which would be of great help and another piece in the question. I was again told that there was nothing physically wrong with him, but that he was grieving, deeply depressed and didn’t see the point of living. It was suggested that I put a photo of my Mum in his cage with him and to add a bit of curcumin to his food/drink to help build him up.
I closest printed out a photo of Mum and put it in his cage and I couldn’t believe the change in him – if someone had told me, I would have had a hard time believing it. He closest started to eat and drink as if he was making up for lost time. His food was near Mum’s photo and he would stay close to it while he was eating. One night I peeped in on him and he was fast asleep right next to her. He also found the strength to get back onto his perch again and started moving round his cage – it was truly miraculous. I also put a piece of Rose Quartz into his cage and he spent quite a bit of time close to that too.
He was clearly nevertheless stressed though, so I cancelled a further visit to the vet and decided to let character take its course. With the help of my friends I had done everything I could and it was now up to Sky to decide whether he wanted to stay or not.
It has been an emotional month watching this little bird going by his trauma, and it has been an current healing. Just last week he went by 3 days of literally sitting on his perch virtually motionless, just eating a little now and then, but showing no interest in anything. I felt helpless and wondered if he was craving companionship – though he had always been a lone bird.
However, just 3 days ago he started to make some noise and showed some interest in his surroundings. The following day he started to play again and was climbing everywhere and today he hasn’t stopped chatting. It does my heart good to hear him.
Once I came out of my emotional state it occurred to me that the reason he was flying into the walls might be because I have no pictures on those particular walls, so he can’t estimate where they are – I will rectify that before he is ready to venture out of the security and safety of his cage. Fingers crossed!!
This whole situation confirmed to me the necessity of an holistic approach to healing. There were a number of people involved in Sky’s healing and they were all necessary parts of it.
The animal healers/communicators helped me to help him with his shock and enabled me to feel confident to take him to the vet without giving him any additional stress. They also prompted me to deal with his grief about losing my Mum and to give him the necessary care in that direction.
The vet put my mind at rest as to his physical condition and that he hadn’t injured himself whilst flying.
I truly don’t believe that Sky would be alive today if I hadn’t put the photo of my Mum into his cage with him. It might sound far-fetched, but you might just believe me if you had seen the virtually moment change in him.
It has made me surprise how many animals have died or been put down due to emotional and mental problems, instead of physical. This is something that I didn’t already consider just five weeks ago. I think most of us are aware of dogs and larger animals pining, but how many of us – myself included – would have considered that a little bird like a budgie would go by a similar course of action?
I nevertheless spray him with Rescue cure and give it to him to drink, and add curcumin to his grated carrot. I will continue with that for a while longer, until I feel it’s not necessary any more.
I have had a ‘thrown in the thorough end’ education this past month – one that I will never forget and I hope that my story will resonate with some of you that read it.
In the meantime, I am very happy that my feisty, noisy little friend is nevertheless around and sincerely hope that he will be for many years to come.
Do you have a story about a pet which relates to my experience?