My Parrot Stanley Sue Is Gone Options

[Bob]

My wonderful friend Stanley Sue, an African grey Timneh parrot, died at the vet's last Friday in the process of getting an x-ray. The vet did the best that he could, but the procedure was just too stressful for a bird that had been so ill for so many weeks. (We had to tube feed her twice a day so that she could get enough nutrients to fight her illness.) Our vet told me that her spleen and liver were enlarged, and he thought that she probably had cancer. I did not want an autopsy. I brought Stanley Sue home and buried her in the backyard.

Despite Stanley Sue's illness, which first manifested as pneumonia in early December, I don't believe she suffered much. In fact, I spent a couple of really nice afternoons with her last week. I would sit and read a book in the heated room that we kept her in, and she would crawl down the outside of her cage and 'steal' a grape or nut that I had placed on a tea cart next to her cage. She had an endearing mischievous attitude all along and was never anything but the essence of gentleness with my wife and me, even when we subjected her to something unpleasant like tube feeding.

She ate quite well on her own the last two days, and she really liked it when I praised her for doing that. Her pupils would contract and enlarge, she would tilt her head, and if I kept up the praise, she would bend down and nibble at her perch or the bars of her cage with a look of supreme pride and pleasure about her. The night before she died, she allowed me to scratch her head and neck for a long time after I had put her to bed. I had an odd feeling that this might be the last time I would be doing this, but I put it out of my mind. After all, she had seemed to be improving, and when I took her to the vet, I had been expecting good news.

African grey parrots are extraordinarily intelligent and perceptive beings. And as I think back, I am increasingly convinced that Stanley Sue knew that she didn't have long to live, and that she was as worried about me as I was worried about her. I think that she allowed herself to die at the vet's office, because she knew I couldn't take it to see her die at home. And she did many things over the last week or so that showed me she was trying to reassure me.

I've never had a rapport with another animal like the bond that I've had with Stanley Sue. In fact, in an odd way it almost seems demeaning to even call her an animal. She was a bright and vivid soul. She was one of my closest friends, and I am having a great deal of difficulty dealing with loss.

Thanks to everyone who reads this and to everyone who posts a response.

Bob

[Saki & Freyj...]

Dear Bob,

I am so sorry for your loss of Stanley Sue.

I don't like birds. Well, more than that, I am afraid of them bc my mother was attacked by a rooster when she was a small child, and my mom managed to pass on her bird fear to me.

However, in reading your post, I was actually thinking "Well, **I** want a bird!" She must truly have been a magnificent creature to make even *me* think such a thing.

I agree that Stanley Sue was also worried about you, and doing her best to make her passing as easy on you as possible. She is a special bird and I know that she will be sorely missed.

Love,
Jennifer