I wrote a very long story about the death of my sennie who died from bornavirus but I'm sure not many want to read it, so to cut a long story short, I brought two sennies four years ago, the male looked ill for a while (lost feathers) and died from bornavirus earlier this week. My female is probably carrying it but that doesn't necessarily mean she'll be overly affected by it in her lifetime, what are the steps I can take to ensure she stays as well as possible (she eats pellets now). If anyone wants to read it below is how my beautiful boy lost his life to the bornavirus.
(I hadn't mentioned it below and didn't want to write out the story again, but during Hide's spasms I phoned the vet who told me to get him there quickly, that Hide might possibly be stabalized there but it was sounding like he might have to put to sleep, my mom was going to drive us the hour long drive there whilst I held him but before we could get out the house to go to the car he'd already gone, somewhere between five and fifteen minutes from when it started it was over).
Unfortunately my beloved Sennie boy, Hide died earlier this week from the bornavirus, I'd taken him to the vets around five or so weeks ago, the vet had taken a blood test and he was found to have a bad liver and the bornavirus.
I xhanged his diet and fed him sweet potato and all things good (except for the occasional sprinkle of sunflower seeds which he insisted on everyday, very small amount) he was given vet recommended milk thistle and antibiotics and somehow seemed better in himself, then on tuesday I heard him crashing about in his cage, i thought it was balance trouble but quickly found out it was a seizure.
He would occasionally whimper then settle and lie in my hands with his eyes closed, then he'd jerk his head back or to the side and hold his wings out like he was having a spasm or being electrocuted, his mouth open in a silent scream, soon after he started fitting uncontrollably his head constantly shaking, his wings and limbs moving almost of their own accord as he whimpered and then he stopped, I straightened his crooked beak for him and stroked his head as I told him not to worry, it took a few seconds before I realised he was dead.
He was buried next to my sixteen year old dog with presents including my scarf and favourite shirt which he used to snuggle into, his towel, happy hut and perch, and a chewy book and feather from Cain.
I wrapped him up snug in many of his gifts and placed him in a wooden box that he'd loved to hide out in. I made him a metal medal that gave his first and surname and enscribed the word 'loved' underneath it. I tied it to the scarf he was wrapped in before placing him into the box. I covered him and the box with cashews, sunflower seeds and millet telling him he was rich now. He always got on with my dog so hopefully he has a protector still. I built a dry stone wall around him and the dog so they won't be accidentally stepped on.
I'm truly sad now but I always remember what I seem to be saying alot at the moment now, 'you know you've lived a worthwhile life if people cry at your funeral'.