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We lost Dani today, she wasn't yet five years old. I took her in yesterday when Pigwidgeon went in for her well-bird check, because she was looking eggbound. She hadn't been sick-bird-syndroming, exactly, but she hadn't been herself, and I'd been keeping an eye on her. From Tuesday night to Wednesday morning, her abdomen swelled up, so that it was easy to see something was wrong. She was still lively, and I guess I can't beat myself up about it, because I don't think taking her in on Monday would've changed anything that happened.
The vet checked her over and said she was definitely egg-bound, and that it was one egg giving her trouble for some reason. He wanted to keep her and try oxytocin, and then if that didn't work, a hysterectomy. He warned me there was a five percent chance the oxytocin would kill her, and then a fifteen percent chance the surgery would. She handled the oxytocin, but didn't pass the egg. They did surgery this afternoon, and she went into cardiac arrest on the table, two thirds of the way through. They'd been breathing for her, but they couldn't restart her heart.
There were, incidentally, two eggs, one that didn't have a shell and had formed wrong. There was no way she could've passed the first egg, and no way to see it, even on the X-Ray. How in the fucking hell does she have so much calcium in her bones that they couldn't push a catheter in to keep her alive, but not enough to put a shell around an egg? I know it speaks to a problem in her body, and not anything I did or Dr. Welle did, but it still hurts. How can you do everything right for a pet and still have her die young and in pain? The fact that it hasn't been more than three weeks since Casey was euthenized for cancer doesn't help that feeling much.
The vet checked her over and said she was definitely egg-bound, and that it was one egg giving her trouble for some reason. He wanted to keep her and try oxytocin, and then if that didn't work, a hysterectomy. He warned me there was a five percent chance the oxytocin would kill her, and then a fifteen percent chance the surgery would. She handled the oxytocin, but didn't pass the egg. They did surgery this afternoon, and she went into cardiac arrest on the table, two thirds of the way through. They'd been breathing for her, but they couldn't restart her heart.
There were, incidentally, two eggs, one that didn't have a shell and had formed wrong. There was no way she could've passed the first egg, and no way to see it, even on the X-Ray. How in the fucking hell does she have so much calcium in her bones that they couldn't push a catheter in to keep her alive, but not enough to put a shell around an egg? I know it speaks to a problem in her body, and not anything I did or Dr. Welle did, but it still hurts. How can you do everything right for a pet and still have her die young and in pain? The fact that it hasn't been more than three weeks since Casey was euthenized for cancer doesn't help that feeling much.
