Praying To The Dinosaur Deities To Save Our Little Pterror

As one last roll of the dice to save our rosy faced lovebird, I took myself off to Nishirokugo Park to pray to the dinosaur deities.

The park, in the southern part of Tokyo and basically on the way from home to the Yokohama Bird Clinic where Dino is hospitalized, is filled with play equipment made from tires, including a couple of dinosaurs. (At least one of these dinosaurs is probably supposed to be Godzilla, as I have reported before, but that would detract from the tale I’m trying to tell this time.)

As an almost last resort, I prayed like mad to these rubber gods that they would be able to help Dino, our ailing little lovebird.

I figured there might be something to this prayer stuff. I’d believe anything at this stage.

Alas, I didn’t start talking in tongues or be filled with the holy spirit, but I would gladly do so if it meant rescue for Dino, my dearest little friend and a constant companion for the past five years.

When I got to visit her, it was a little painful. She expressed great delight in seeing me, which was heart-lifting. During the roughly five minutes allowed for a visit, Dino showed signs of spark, with her usual bright energy.

But these times were also punctuated by listlessness and clear discomfort. The bird is not gaining the weight she needs and her bum remains basically sealed, though Dr. Ritsuko Kato, the avian vet, said it is becoming a little easier to extract Dino’s poop, which the hospital does three times daily. We need Dino to be able to poop under her own steam to be able to bring her back home for a normal life, but there are no signs of this becoming possible. Dr. Kato said she went into heat too many times resulting in an excess of egg laying, and her body no longer responds properly.

We’ve basically reached the end of our limit to be able to support her treatment, which is showing little sign of effectiveness, and we will give her one last week before bringing her back to her home. Hopefully, the dinosaur deities will be able to work their magic before then.

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