“Les potats still cannot go outside as they haven’t got all their shots yet. Unfortunately in Malta a lot of pups die ue to Parvo. Therefore they cannot be taken outside before all three vaccination are taken.”
If this is true for doggoz, then vaccination is supposed to be just as good for humanz.
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Once again, I am sorry for your loss. I barely know about your kitty cat via the few weblog posts about him but the feeling of losing a loved one – petz or humanz – can be devastating.
I know because my daddy has been shovel ready and would dig the same funeral pit in our backyard for our parakeets, except one which he threw away in a brown paper bag.
Life is cruel and yet in a recent YouTube, a blackish blogger spewing the same New Aged material – that death is a blessing. I’ve gotten a headache from listening him in several of his YouTube videos for an hour or so last night.
Rest In Peace kitty!
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I know the feeling of loosing a family member. After mommy, my favorite and only parakeet that was bold enough to land on my fingers also joined her.
I do NOT like the prospect of having to deal with the dead and dying from loved ones; yet I embrace the release and relief knowing they are still loved and remembered.
I finished giving the parakeets a quick bath at 10:15am. The handyman, the divorced nutter’s illegal ALIEN second husband, could be heard hammering and/or removing the roof pieces of the shed. It is a make shift structure “attached” to the side of the wall, which is nearest to the side door leading to the garage.
I heard the sounds for the past one hour while I was throwing away twelve half pieces of young coconut shells that Maw chopped open for pne pitcher of juice and pulp.
Paw was outdoors to clean out the dryer lint and hand me the drying towel. Thank goodness the green-colored sailboat material was lowered so I could work/hide on the our side near MY long stretch of road.
The fluffy, puffy clouds of white were covering the skies and the weather turned cold. So I hurried to dry the cage and to get the parakeets indoors; so they won’t catch a cold.
They are singing and relaxing indoors. The bath was necessary to remove bits of apple pulp that Bully Boy ripped to shreds, which stuck on the cage amd fell on the floor. Bad boy!
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After stepping out of my local parish this morning, my mind created again. As mentioned in my previous blog entry, gays have the right to marry and are entitled to the same benefits as heterosexual marriages.
Last night, Maw and I saw the sweetest form of affection. Both Bully-Boy and Buddy-Boy were grooming each other’s heads. You see, they are father and son, respectively. But for whatever reason, Bully, the turquoise colored one, has no clue that the Lutino (a completely yellow-colored parakeet or albino) is NOT the female known as YeYo, who is also a Lutino.
So while both are males, they do NOT have sex or even dry hump like the stupid homosexual humans, who take that same clueless love too far in the eyes of God. Humans have debased themselves BELOW (or LOWER) than animals, who know better than to have sex with the same gender!
Further, if these gays (or lesbians or whatever) truly love each other in a spiritual sense, they do NOT need to follow the propaganda behind homosexual marriage and the STATE laws and regulations to DICTATE or enforce the behavor of `free love`. Get it?
Today was friggin’ hot! The strong winds blew hot air while I was walking for about an hour during lunchtime. The hot air warmed me during this morning and afternoon breaks because the air conditioner indoors was too cold!
Tonight is friggin’ warm! Maw said I smelled of sweat! Why is it that one cannot smell its own body odor? The parakeets have their cage covers on but only on the top. The three of us are watching Miss Universe. They are all beautiful but I keep thinking to myself: They still have to poop.
Pimon has been cold lately. He is currently resting at the bottom of the cage. I believe he is ready to pass on due to old age of eight years, DNA from parents we found from the wild and probably hormonal imbalance of a brown beak and liver problem as seen from bruises on his toes.
He is eating because his poop is a lot more this time. The other birds are playing and flying around while he sleeps with his head tucked into his fluffed up feathers. Without going to the vet, we have been administering the OxySilver in the hopes of his full recovery.
All we could do now is pray and boost. But I know he has to go because it’s time. Again people live in denial that life means living and living is full of life. Um. No. You’re wrong. The design of this earth plane is to die and to learn immortality for the few. The rest are not above the law.
For the past few weeks or so, I noticed how Buddy-Boy’s tufted up head looked like the Fonz (or Fonzarelli ). He’s the one from the American sitcom on television: Happy Days. I used to watch that show.
And every time I see Buddy-Boy’s response of happiness, much like any parakeet in full chatter with others, self or the bars of the cages, I would see his tuft and say, `Hey!` Then I’d send a mental image to him that `Hey` meant the Fonz.
He’s got the high energy of his father, Bully-Boy, who doesn’t recognize Buddy as his own son. As a matter of fact the surrogate father was Bugsy-Boy, who fed the baby while still in his nest box with Yeyo. Bugsy is the sensitive one who easily gets hurt when Simon and Bully pay attention to each other. Then Simon gets emotional when Bully and Bugsy start talking to one another.
Parakeets are by nature emotional. They know hurt, hunger, sadness and yes loss. They know play, happiness and joy, too! So treat your parakeets as if they are people, only with parakeets needs. If people can talk to horses, anyone can talk to birds in their own language, of course.
I received my order for one bottle of OxySilver for Pimon. Just before 7:00pm tonight, Maw and I administered two to three drops of this `elixir`. When I grabbed him, we was biting harder and kicker stronger. Each time I set him back on the table to `get a better grip` he can back up stronger.
Hopefully, he will feel better with much 528 love. He seems to be eating the `Avicakes` with more gusto. I guess it’s to buffer the liquid drops in this empty stomach. He is still sleeping with his head tucked into his fluffed up feathers, though. But I don’t think I could grab him every two hours for five days just to give him those drops.
I noticed too that the girls drank some of the water with OxySilver. Binky-Doo and Buddy-Boy had rubbed their heads against their perches. I had to spray them down with a water bottle in case they got some of the liquid in their eyes.
I tried one teaspoonful or so of this stuff and it’s not tasty! I can still feel the stuff in between my teeth, my tongue and back of the throat. I’m feeling a buzz in between my ears but mostly pressure in my head. I must have some undiagnosed high blood pressure or something.
With the suggestion of Madam Mews, I just purchased a bottle of OxySilver (8oz) from an affliate for Pimon. He has been sick for years. We’ve tried anti-biotics (erythromycin) and vitamin/mineral liquid supplements from the pet stores. He still is strong for a parakeet who will be eight years old this coming September. But I needed something to `aid` his recovery – FAST!
Without going to the vet and as per my online research last night, he may have testicular cancer due to his brown cere. Plus, he has lamness on his left foot, an indicator of possible tumor of the kidney. He has been sleeping alot with his head tucked into his fluffy feathers.
As a result, the parakeets are going to be forced to eat PELLETS. Their diet of mostly seeds is notorious for `causing` illnesses in parakeets, such as cancer and tumors. I can hear them screaming in anger: “Where’s the real food?”
I’ve placed Shrimpsei’s `wand` on the outside of Pimon’s `death cage`, which is currently located above the female bird’s cage. Hopefully, he passes quickly and easily, now that this orgone piece is next to him.
Well, Pimon is dying. I went downstairs a few minutes ago to check up on the laundry. I found Pimon on the bottom of his `death cage`, which was Bugsy purple-colored transport cage to our house.
It appears that is left leg hurts and stand with his right leg mostly. He would bring that leg up against his body and tuck his head to sleep for most of the day. He has been fluffed up ever since the two baby birds were born last year and this year.
Pray for him. Because Maw said that once the birds go down on the bottom of the cage, their time is up.