After the previous post, I took Willow to the vet for the first time. We thought she had an impacted crop. The vet, Chris, was the only one who could operate and he juggled things around to make space on Friday. So I had to keep her going for four days...which I did with nutridrops and corn which she would still eat. He also asked for a poo sample which I collected and drove over the next day. Very expensive to analyse.
Friday came around and she was looking better and her crop had reduced in size. I'd also been dropping olive oil in her beak and massaging her crop. Another visit to Chris told me that her poo sample was clear. No parasites or other problems. I took her away from the vet again, this time with a 7 day course of antibiotics that I had to administer 3 times a day. That was a trial. I was trying to keep them evenly spaced. I had set up the bench in the shed as a little treatment room and would stand Willow on that as I crushed her tablet and mixed it was water to syringe it down her throat. I would go out late at night for the last dose, but she didn't seem to mind. By Friday she seemed a little better, she even seemed to eat some normal food.
Sadly she deteriorated again, so I took her to see another vet - by this time Chris had gone on holiday. I got a preparation that would speed up her gut in the hope that she would start processing food. By now she was so weak she kept falling over. I had her in the tunnel run, and she had fallen over so I had to crawl in on my front with a towel, put her on the towel, then reverse out dragging her on the towel.
Long story short, after much expense and three vet visits, we got to Sunday before Bank holiday monday and she went downhill fast. I determined to take her to the vet to be put to sleep the next day, but she died in her little hospital box in the shed overnight. RIP Willow 30-8-21
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