We will all meet again at the Rainbow Bridge...

Just heard from the birdie vet. Palomo has taken a turn for the worst.

It was all looking up for the little dove. This morning, the vet told me that she thought Palomo might make a full recovery. Then, for reasons no one understands, Palomo started having a hard time breathing this afternoon. Concerned, the vet relocated him to a type of birdie oxygen chamber. Two hours later, though, and Palomo was getting worse instead of better. That’s when the vet called me. She was worried that he wouldn’t survive the night. He seemed to be slowly suffocating right in front of her – despite all measures. She wasn’t willing to give up just yet, though, and tried one last thing to save him.

It didn’t work.

About an hour ago, she called back. Her voice cracked as she recommended we euthanize him – I could tell she was on the verge of tears.

I asked if Amy and I could come to the clinic and be with Palomo as he went to sleep. But the clinic was closed – the vet was working late in an effort to try and save him.

I started to cry, and asked if she’d tell him that we all love him. Let him know he was a good bird. That we’d all miss him.

She promised she would.

Goodbye, little buddy. You were never just a bird to us, and we will keep you in our hearts forever...