So my mother's dog tried to kill my bird...

[attackfish]

My mother's puppy, Daisy somehow bit my cockatiel, Sully through the bars of his cage, puncturing his wing and his body, and "de-gloving" his leg, which is to say removing all of the skin and rolling it down to his foot.  He is being cared for round the clock by the local bird vet, and may well not survive the night.  If he dies, he may lose his foot.  I sat there with him in the car while my mother drove with him tucked into my chest and just...  I'm terrified for him.  He's my baby.  I'm hopeful, because he started to perk up and come out of shock on the way to the vet, and headbutted me every time I stopped scratching his neck, but I really really could use some distraction right about now.

ETA: He survived the night, and when I went to see him, he chirped at me, and looked at me like, "Wow, last night sucked, Mom, can I go home now?"  The vet thinks he'll be fine, but she's not letting me take him home yet.  Unfortunately, the reason I was at the vet was because his mate, Archie, it turns out, had also been injured.  Daisy got her leg.  In the middle of the night, it swelled up, and she started biting at it, and when we uncovered her this morning, she had gone into shock.  The vet is not optimistic about her chances.  She was much worse off than Sully was, and I was terrified she was going to die in the car.  We now think Daisy got Archie's leg, and Sully and Beni (my lovebird boy) came over to defend them, and Sully was injured in the fight.  Beni has a bruised nare, and spent last night trying to feed Archie.  Archie is drinking apple juice and is being treated for shock, and the longer she lives, the more likely she'll come out of it okay.  All we can do is hope.

ETA2: Archie passed away.  Aparently, she also had head trauma from the attack, and was having seizures.  One of them killed her a few minutes ago.  She was six years old.

Comments

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

I miss her. She was my baby. And I have to pet Daisy and love her and remind myself that she's a dog. This is what they do. She doesn't get why I'm mad that she hunted prey.

[dungeonwriter.livejournal.com]

Hugs.

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

[lalunatique.livejournal.com]

That must be so sad, to love both the killer and the killed. Yet it's strangely beautiful, too. Did you find out how Daisy could attack through the bars of the cage? It sounds like quite a pitched battle took place there. Also, how's Sully's foot?

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

Any strange beauty disappeared the moment she dug the bloodstained clothes I had been wearing to take the birds to the vet and started playing with them and nuzzling them.

We think Archie was standing near the bars, and Daisy managed to wrap her tongue around her foot and drag her forward to bash her into the bars. Then Sully and Beni flew down to drive Daisy off, and Sully batted at her, which enabled her to grab his wing, pull him close, and bite his back.

Sully will almost certainly keep his foot. They were able to bring him out of shock before any infection set in, so they were able to give him antibiotics and clean it, and he's up, and around, and charming all of the vet techs.

[lalunatique.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Reminds me that animals used to be put on trial (http://maisonneuve.org/pressroom/article/2012/sep/6/wild-justice/) for their misdeeds.

Prosecutor: And do you, Ms. Daisy, deny that you did wantonly and cruelly wallow in the smell of your victims' blood even as your human patrons and their avian companions grieved and feared for Ms. Archie and Mr. Sully?
Daisy: Arf? (cocks head)

Inappropriate humor is inappropriate. I'm so glad Sully's keeping his foot. It must be inconvenient to perch and roost with a foot missing.

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

But the blood smells so good! Well, it gave me the motivation to wash my laundry.