Dino’s Might Is Dynamite!

By all rights, we should have lost Dino months ago, but our rosy faced lovebird is a fierce fighter, and combined with the dedication and devotion of Mrs. Kangaeroo, she is in bright spirits and doing well.

Dino still can’t poop, which means that each day is potentially her last.

X-rays and CAT scans failed to determine what was blocking her insides.

Vets have not suggested operating.

Whatever medicine she is taking to help her is not effective, though her steadfast refusal to take the treatment have done nothing to help.

It seemed a couple of weeks ago that she may be on the path back to a complete recovery, but within a few days, she was clogged up again.

In many ways, I have given up. But the avian vets point to Don’s undeniably voracious appetite as proof of her will to live, and Mrs. Kangaeroo refuses to concede. So we all fight on.

And the reality is, despite being unable to poop by herself, Dino is bright and chirpy.

Despite having worn a ruffle for months now to prevent the bird from pecking her infected bum and making it worse, Dino flies around the room and is skillful while airborne despite this impediment.

She absolutely adores getting neck rubs, and will jump onto my mouse as I work to make sure I give her some TLC.

She also stays close because the PCs in our office generate heat, which she loves and will fly down to be as close to the source of warmth as possible.

Though she is clearly less loquacious than she has had been before falling ill in April, Dino still enjoys a chat, especially in the morning.

Twice a day, Mr. Kangaeroo extracts poop from Dino.

Dino clearly finds the process discomforting, but is also accepting.

She finally bathed herself yesterday and clearly delighted in it. She shook and rubbed and danced away. Her joy brings us hope.