I’ll attempt to avoid becoming too maudlin in this post, but it will likely be difficult. On Saturday September 12, 2009 we lost our Congo Girl. She had a seizure of some sort on Friday evening just before I got home from work and never recovered. We made her as comfortable as we could, putting her in our bathroom in a towel-lined box – a quiet, dark place so she could rest comfortably, which is what experience, the internet and Val’s vet all recommended doing(forget about finding an Avian Vet on the weekend). She looked like she maybe was rebounding a bit but very early Saturday morning, around 5:30am, we heard her squawk and ran into the bathroom and she faded away just after we got there.
It was a very difficult morning in the house, having to take care of her and relive it a bit each time one of the kids woke up and we had to tell them. Our Boogie Chicken was with me for over 21 years (she was 22) and even though they only lived with her for a few months and knew her for only a few months longer than that, I know she had become as much family to Val and the kids as she was to me. Losing her hurt us all. It’s always those little things that get to you the most – catching yourself thinking you should save some crust from your pizza for her, saving newspapers for her cage, hearing the kids next door whistling to her(they loved hearing her out the window next to her cage and didn’t know she had died) or the reflex to go put the cover on the cage when you’re heading for bed. So much for avoiding maudlin, but I’ll consider writing this therapy of some sort.
She was a very much loved Chicken and I think a very happy one herself. We will all miss you very much Congo Girl.



