Agony and Pain of Losing my Pets
There are many things that I don’t know, but this much I know; that diseases do not consult prior to their infliction, they just strike. And when that happens, without fore-preparedness of the concerned party(s), they still need to consult the professional involved in solving the said cases of the disease. This means that in situations of such occurrences, the party(s) involved will normally go to the professionals who can provide the correct treatment.
The last thing to such a victim would be to consider how the drugs are used for medication, or the samples taken for further analysis will be favorable for the correct diagnosis and treatment of the infection or disease at hand. This is one area which some veterinary professional get it all wrong when a person seeks treatment for one’s pet.
Why I’m I saying this?
I’ve always loved pet birds and after I got married 2 years ago, that when I bought my first blue-gold macaws. Till recently, I’ve had three blue-gold macaws which have been part of the family. I’m yet to have a child, but the same way I would treat one was the same way, I did to these birds.
I ensure that they are well vaccinated, I fed them correctly, bathed them (at times misted them), ensured that they received adequate time of light and rest, scheduled time to spend and interact with them daily, had toys to occupy their free time when I was busy with other activities and above all, I followed all the instructions that the vets gave me to ensure that my macaws were in good health.
Despite all that, a few months prior to their demise, I noticed something unusual happening to the macaws. It all started with the oldest of them: this one started to have massive weight loss though it still fed well. I thought that the macaw was stressed out and because it loved perching on my hand, I would often stroke its plumage. I never saw anything wrong in that. After a while, the bird started plucking its feathers. When I noticed this I called a vet.
After examination, the vet concluded that the bird was having difficulty breathing and the bird should be isolated. He gave the birds some antibiotics and left. Maybe this is the most stupid decision that I made; by isolating the bird from the rest, I was accelerating its death because it didn’t take long before the bird was stressed. A short while passed, and the poor macaw died.
A week of morning its demise, the other two started showing signs of weight loss and had some in their skin. I became too concerned. I called a different vet to check on them. This one took samples and left. Each, day I tried contacting him about what was happening, but I was told to be patient. After a week the report came that the birds were suffering from avian tuberculosis, a condition usually referred as Mycobacteriosis and I should keep away from them.
There was no other way…
I couldn’t believe the report. How was someone supposed to stay away from what one holds dear? If these vets lived in a position to understand the love that bird-keepers have for their pet-birds, then they would be hiding in shame whenever they have the least idea how silly they sound when they talk about isolation.
I was shocked and felt frustrated. But there was no choice — they had indicated that the condition is highly infectious and can be easily passed to humans. Therefore I isolated the birds and watched them die. I just wish that there was a better way of handling all this.