R.I.P. Dani Deacon

Dani Deacon, my beautiful budgie, not to be confused with the musician, Dan Deacon, whom she was named after because her song sounded remarkably similar to his music, died today.  She was only two years old.  Yesterday, she was flying around, singing, playing with her toys, eating and drinking well, normal stools, no diarrhea or vomiting… basically, being her normal, charming self.  I’ve been working overnights shifts at an EC, so my clock is all backwards.  I went to bed at 4 am and woke up at almost 1 pm, checked my email, then got up to feed and water all my birds.  Dani was on the bottom of her cage, dead.  Her keel was well-muscled and her crop had food in it, so it didn’t appear to be a chronic thing, but she had pink-tinged vomit crusted all over her face.  So, I’m thinking that she had some kind of congenital heart defect and she just acutely went into left-sided heart failure, which causes pulmonary edema, which caused her to vomit up the blood-tinged foam that would make her vomit pink.  The fact that she was a mass-bred budgie with a very rare and recessive color mutation makes a congenital heart defect even more likely.  In the grand scheme of things, this is good news, because it means that some kind of contagion that might effect my other birds is very unlikely, and also it means that it was nothing that I did wrong or could have prevented.  Nevertheless, I feel like I failed her somehow.  Even with the best diet and environment, I couldn’t give her the long, healthy life I want for all my birds.

I should stop writing now.  My other birds are hungry and still need me.  But I feel like I need some time to process this information.  Dani’s gone.  Without any warning.  I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Goodbye, my beautiful girl.  I will miss you.