Good Bye Dear Friend...

Mom and I lost the bully bird this afternoon. Mom was with him, holding him close as he passed on. I had to stay home, but I was there in spirit and prayer. For all my teasing, he was one neat fellow. I could not have asked for a better pal to hang out with when mom was away.

This is us chatting it up a few years ago. Like I have said before, he was not the greatest listener. He was more concerned with, and entertained by, chasing me around the house.


This is the sweet little guy just hanging out in his cage.

This is Scooter hitching a ride from our old pal Cody who passed away two years ago. He and the dog had an understanding!!!

This is him after his infamous 'spread water all over the house' bathing sessions. He took a nice relaxing bath Thursday night in MY water bowl of all places. He was taught not to do that, but mom and I allowed it this one last time. He always enjoyed getting away with that while mom was not looking. She sat and watched with tears flowing, and a huge smile on her face. Nothing like granting the little guy one more small pleasure.

Sweet dreams Scooter. I hope you are at peace. You are loved and will be missed more then you could ever know. I must say good night as I need to tend to mom. She could use some extra love and snuggles tonight.

Have a safe flight..........

Good News...Bad News...

I have been trying to get on the computer for day's but mom shut the cover on it and I am unable to open it by myself. She finally left it open tonight so I was able to write.

So the bully bird visited the Vet. I guess it is good news since we do not believe he has cancer. The sad part is that he has a degenerative bone disease which is irreversible. It was bad news for our household. He is officially missing his last cervical and all his thoracic vertebrae. Mom said she was surprised he could even hold his little head up. She also cringed thinking back to November when he had to wear that neck brace. All those nights she had to take it off and clean him, then try and replace it. If she had moved his head wrong. Oh, we do not even want to think about it.

It has been a long struggle for my feathered friend. Back in November my mom noticed his back was bleeding and missing some feathers. She rushed him to the Emergency Vet and he was diagnosed with having a trauma to his back. It was even thought that I, the perfect feline, had attacked him. I spoke with mom and she knew deep in her heart I would have NEVER done that to him. No, he does not listen to me but I would not have hit him over it!

Then we went through a diagnosis of pneumonia, feather picking, self mutilation, bone cancer, and fibrosarcoma. He has been on 9 different medications, various ointments, and all kinds of treatment. Now we have a degenerative disease. I do not think we will truly ever know how he is feeling, but I do know my mom has tried everything under the sun.

He is currently on 3 different medications and we are spending as much time with the little guy as we can. It is not much longer that we will be able to share our life with him. Mom spoke to Scooter and myself, and it was decided that we would not rush to the vet for any more emergency procedures. We will keep him home, as comfortable as we can. Mom will make the big decision when he tells her he is ready. I personally do not want the responsibility of that decision but mom reminds me it is just another part of life.

Maybe she does have it tougher then me sometimes. Despite all my complaints, I will really miss the little bugger.

X-Ray Time...

Well Scooter has lost another 9 grams so mom made an appointment for him to visit the vet again. We are all waiting patiently for his final diagnosis.

Had a busy week so far. Slept, ate tons of food, and cried at mom. My life really is a dream sometimes. Outside of listening to mom grumble and the bully bird squawk, I must admit I have it pretty easy.

Spring is officially here. Mom even opened the window for me today. I was able to smell the world and listen to the birds again. She closed it after a while mumbling about it still being too cold. It was fine by me, but she lacks a protective fur covering.

Mom did get around to finally cleaning the fish tank today. It was on her "must do" list for a while now. I could barely see the poor guys through all the muck. They look happy as can be in there, and I can once again visit with them each day.

If only she would get to the litter boxes on the "must do"......

It Must Be The Water...

I was thinking today about Scooter's cancer diagnosis. This cancer thing has wrecked havoc on our household for a few years now. It seems like not too long ago when my sister Shadow was first diagnosed with cancer, multiple myeloma. She was treated with oral chemotherapy by wonderful veterinarians and battled the disease honorably. She finally succumb in January of 2005, just over a year ago. My mom and I still miss her every day.

This also got me thinking about another friend of mine Louie. He lived in the big cage that used to be in the living room. I did not spend too much time paying attention to him except when he was in his "ball". Mom use to put him in this clear toy and he would run all over the house. Bang, Bang, Bang. That is what I remembered most. He obviously did not know how to steer to well because he banged into ever wall he saw. It scared me most of the time but I occasionally would venture out to smell him.

He lost his battle with cancer in late 2004. I am not trying to be a sour puss but just reflecting on a horrible word. I myself am healthy as can be and my mom says Scooter is stable and doing better each day. Hopefully the future of this house will be cancer free!

One Silly Gram...

So it was back to the vet for the bully bird Scooter. He is suppose to be losing weight for his next round of x-rays. One gram, he only lost one gram. I know he is only suppose to weigh 45 grams, but come on. I could lose one gram just by breathing.

Boy, he needs to go on a diet. He claims it is steroid induced weight gain but I do not believe him. I myself take steroids periodically and you do not see me doubling in size.

Mom says he is feeling better so should be more active again. Great, he will soon be airborne. I hate to say it, but I kind of liked him sleeping all the time. No dive bombs while I was resting and nobody to bother me while I tried to drink.

This is a shot of him in his younger, trimmer days. Mom says he is a bugger to try and photograph as he is always flying away. See, he flies away from mom too. I knew it was not just me. I have tried and tried to have a face to face with this boy but to no avail.

If only I had the amazing power of flight....The fun I would have. No need to sit and cry for hours on end until mom finally figured out I want to be lifted on to the top shelf in the closet. Oh to dream!

The 'C' Word...

Cancer.....Such a horrible word.

We have had a tough week. My bully bird, Scooter, has been sick for some time. He was diagnosed in November with pneumonia, and has never quite recovered. Mom has been on top of his care and finally asked that some X-rays be taken to help in his diagnosis. That is when we heard the bad news.

I am more then happy to share my site with the feathered guy. I do love you!