Post by Tatianna on Jan 30, 2009 15:32:35 GMT -5
As Reported by Xanthus from www.anafricangrey.ca/forum
** Disclaimer.. read this first! **
This post has been copied to the birdie dangers forum, not to discourage you from considering micro-chipping your companion, but to ensure that you are taking all the steps you can to ensure that you:
Understand that this is a surgical procedure, and that all surgical procedures carry with them inherint risks and dangers, no matter how routine or minor the procedure is being presented as.
Know, to the best of your ability and comfort level, that the person performing the procedure is both skilled in the procedure, and understands and communicates the risk to you of the procedure to your companion.
That you understand what to look for, and what to do in case of post operative complications.
NEVER be bullied into accepting a wait and see response when you feel there is something wrong with your companion. It is usually most wise to err on the side of caution when you feel something is wrong.
** Disclaimer.. read this first! **
This post has been copied to the birdie dangers forum, not to discourage you from considering micro-chipping your companion, but to ensure that you are taking all the steps you can to ensure that you:
Understand that this is a surgical procedure, and that all surgical procedures carry with them inherint risks and dangers, no matter how routine or minor the procedure is being presented as.
Know, to the best of your ability and comfort level, that the person performing the procedure is both skilled in the procedure, and understands and communicates the risk to you of the procedure to your companion.
That you understand what to look for, and what to do in case of post operative complications.
NEVER be bullied into accepting a wait and see response when you feel there is something wrong with your companion. It is usually most wise to err on the side of caution when you feel something is wrong.
Hello everyone,
I just had to come one and share with you all. It seems the more I talk about it, the easier it is to deal with this. I am still reeling from the shock. Dante is gone. Most of you by now know that I opened my heart and home to a baby Scarlet Macaw which I named Dante. He was hatched on March 3rd, and was just 5 and half months old. He came home two weeks ago saturday, and had is baby bird check up this last saturday. I opted for a microchip. This is perhaps the gravest mistake of my life. After leaving the vet, the blood clot came out and began bleeding in his travel crate. By the time I got to my destination and discovered this, he had bleed a fair bit. Over the next 30 minutes I struggled to keep pressure on the wound to stem the flow. Once it stopped, and even more loss of blood, I packed him back up and returned to the vet. At which point he started bleeding yet again. Well the vet got the bleeding stopped yet again, and gave an injection to replenish fluids and a mild pain killer for him. He was fine, but clearly worn out all that day. I woke up sunday morning, and he was having difficulty walking and stepping up. Well, the vet did tell me he was likely to be groggy and sore for a few days, so dispite my worries, I just watched and waited. About 2 in the afternoon, I decided to call the vet, but they didn't have on-call contact information but left a number for an emergency vet hospital. I called them up, talked with them telling them his history and how he was doing, and was yet again tell me it sounded normal, dont worry. Here is the hardest bit. This morning I had to go out of town for work, so I left instructions with my roommate just incase. Well the vet called this morning(with me 4 hours away mind), and asked after Dante. I again told how he was, and they asked I bring him in. So I contact my roommate, who gets him to the vet. The admit him into the vet hospital as he seems to be failing and 15 minutes later, it was over. I have been going out of my mind all day, trying to keep busy, which for me is how I deal with difficulties. I am now sitting in a hotel lobby on thier computer writing this, just needing to share with all you wonderfull people here. I almost didnt do this, not wanting to bring everyone down, but I hope you don't mind.
My baby is gone. I feel so lost and helpless. He was just a baby, just weaned. Last night before I went to bed, I held him on my chest for an hour, just loving on him, trying to make him feel better. I just wanted to hold him forever, but thought he would get better and I would see him when I get back. I feel like I let him down. He was amazing. Before I couldnt help but grin just thinking of him, now I fight tears.
I will get off here for now, and try and sleep. Thank you all for listening to my most horrible of days. When I get home, and deal with his empty cage and get the results of the necropsy I will update you all, and do an "in loving memory" It was the hardest thing for me to ask for his tail feathers. But I just had to have some part of him.
I just had to come one and share with you all. It seems the more I talk about it, the easier it is to deal with this. I am still reeling from the shock. Dante is gone. Most of you by now know that I opened my heart and home to a baby Scarlet Macaw which I named Dante. He was hatched on March 3rd, and was just 5 and half months old. He came home two weeks ago saturday, and had is baby bird check up this last saturday. I opted for a microchip. This is perhaps the gravest mistake of my life. After leaving the vet, the blood clot came out and began bleeding in his travel crate. By the time I got to my destination and discovered this, he had bleed a fair bit. Over the next 30 minutes I struggled to keep pressure on the wound to stem the flow. Once it stopped, and even more loss of blood, I packed him back up and returned to the vet. At which point he started bleeding yet again. Well the vet got the bleeding stopped yet again, and gave an injection to replenish fluids and a mild pain killer for him. He was fine, but clearly worn out all that day. I woke up sunday morning, and he was having difficulty walking and stepping up. Well, the vet did tell me he was likely to be groggy and sore for a few days, so dispite my worries, I just watched and waited. About 2 in the afternoon, I decided to call the vet, but they didn't have on-call contact information but left a number for an emergency vet hospital. I called them up, talked with them telling them his history and how he was doing, and was yet again tell me it sounded normal, dont worry. Here is the hardest bit. This morning I had to go out of town for work, so I left instructions with my roommate just incase. Well the vet called this morning(with me 4 hours away mind), and asked after Dante. I again told how he was, and they asked I bring him in. So I contact my roommate, who gets him to the vet. The admit him into the vet hospital as he seems to be failing and 15 minutes later, it was over. I have been going out of my mind all day, trying to keep busy, which for me is how I deal with difficulties. I am now sitting in a hotel lobby on thier computer writing this, just needing to share with all you wonderfull people here. I almost didnt do this, not wanting to bring everyone down, but I hope you don't mind.
My baby is gone. I feel so lost and helpless. He was just a baby, just weaned. Last night before I went to bed, I held him on my chest for an hour, just loving on him, trying to make him feel better. I just wanted to hold him forever, but thought he would get better and I would see him when I get back. I feel like I let him down. He was amazing. Before I couldnt help but grin just thinking of him, now I fight tears.
I will get off here for now, and try and sleep. Thank you all for listening to my most horrible of days. When I get home, and deal with his empty cage and get the results of the necropsy I will update you all, and do an "in loving memory" It was the hardest thing for me to ask for his tail feathers. But I just had to have some part of him.