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2:26pm October 7, 2014
Birb bloggin’. So I couldn’t stay anywhere near as long as I wanted to when babysitting Peri today.  I’m going to have to see if I can go back again later for another short period.  The amount of heat that bird needs in order to survive is an amount of heat that can turn me into a puddle on the floor.  But the bird’s needs trump mine, so if one of us has to leave, it’s me. When I first came in, she put on an act like she was doing really well.  About 30 seconds later, this completely disintegrated and she went into the posture you see in the picture above, leaning forward, fluffed up, and shaking, positioning herself as close to the heat lamp as birdily possible.  She stayed that way the entire time. I told her about her mommy.  I told her about God, since they believe in God.  I told her about the flock of birds waiting to take her to Eternity, if she needs them, and that they’re her friends.   She’s apparently been improving a bit today, but none of us are at all sure she’s going to last very much longer.  Laura is trying to feed her things that don’t matter anymore as far as whether they’re good for her, as long as they’re not salty (because salt would cause actual pain, not just long-term liver damage.. we’re not worried about the long term anymore, we just want her to enjoy eating for as long as she’s willing to eat). I hate having to leave her.  I wish I could stay there all day long with her.  I have to go back later on and check on her.  Last night I talked to her thinking I was saying goodbye for the last time, but today she seems better than last night.  Last night her skin was this really weird color, like way too dark orange and with big blue blotches all over it, instead of pink like it normally is.   Anyway… I just hope that if she dies, she dies well, that’s all you can wish at this point.

Birb bloggin’.

So I couldn’t stay anywhere near as long as I wanted to when babysitting Peri today.  I’m going to have to see if I can go back again later for another short period.  The amount of heat that bird needs in order to survive is an amount of heat that can turn me into a puddle on the floor.  But the bird’s needs trump mine, so if one of us has to leave, it’s me.

When I first came in, she put on an act like she was doing really well.  About 30 seconds later, this completely disintegrated and she went into the posture you see in the picture above, leaning forward, fluffed up, and shaking, positioning herself as close to the heat lamp as birdily possible.  She stayed that way the entire time.

I told her about her mommy.  I told her about God, since they believe in God.  I told her about the flock of birds waiting to take her to Eternity, if she needs them, and that they’re her friends.  

She’s apparently been improving a bit today, but none of us are at all sure she’s going to last very much longer.  Laura is trying to feed her things that don’t matter anymore as far as whether they’re good for her, as long as they’re not salty (because salt would cause actual pain, not just long-term liver damage.. we’re not worried about the long term anymore, we just want her to enjoy eating for as long as she’s willing to eat).

I hate having to leave her.  I wish I could stay there all day long with her.  I have to go back later on and check on her.  Last night I talked to her thinking I was saying goodbye for the last time, but today she seems better than last night.  Last night her skin was this really weird color, like way too dark orange and with big blue blotches all over it, instead of pink like it normally is.  

Anyway… I just hope that if she dies, she dies well, that’s all you can wish at this point.

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