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When I was younger I got a cockatiel from Craigslist. The poor thing was in a cage that probably hadn't been cleaned in years, one of her toes was either malformed or broken, one nostril was weirdly enlarged (also likely deformed), the owners apparently fed her saltine crackers and her feathers were horrendously soiled. Despite all odds though she survived and was an absolute sweetheart who never bit anyone. She also paired up with my male green-cheeked conure. If they could've had babies I'm certain they would have. Ate together, slept together, constantly groomed each other, a perfect mismatched couple if I ever saw one.
Sadly though she passed away a couple years ago. Took her to the vet and her body was full of fluids and iirc, a ruptured egg (an incident she had issues with in the past). Decided to put her down as treatment would only extend her life for a couple months and she was clearly suffering. The hardest part though was having to bring her back to her mate so he would know what happened. I had to sit there with her body in my hands with the conure perched on my finger and watch as he, with the greatest gentleness, preened her wing one last time. It went on for a few minutes until he suddenly stopped, stepped away from her and bowed his head low. I'm one who tries not to anthropomorphize animal behavior but if that wasn't him telling me "I understand, she's gone..." then I don't know what else it could've been. But at least I was able to give her remaining years those of peace and companionship after such a shitty start.
Sadly though she passed away a couple years ago. Took her to the vet and her body was full of fluids and iirc, a ruptured egg (an incident she had issues with in the past). Decided to put her down as treatment would only extend her life for a couple months and she was clearly suffering. The hardest part though was having to bring her back to her mate so he would know what happened. I had to sit there with her body in my hands with the conure perched on my finger and watch as he, with the greatest gentleness, preened her wing one last time. It went on for a few minutes until he suddenly stopped, stepped away from her and bowed his head low. I'm one who tries not to anthropomorphize animal behavior but if that wasn't him telling me "I understand, she's gone..." then I don't know what else it could've been. But at least I was able to give her remaining years those of peace and companionship after such a shitty start.