Last week, my husband and I lost our beautiful dove.  Poor Job developed liver cancer.  He lost the use of his left leg when the tumor grew so large it put pressure on the sciatic blocking the nerve impulses.  He limped around his cage and found it difficult to perch.  Instead of sitting on both feet like a normal bird, he actually laid across a branch in his cage.  Although we dreaded doing it, we made the decision to euthanize him to end his suffering.


                                                                


Job was a happy bird and greeted each day with cooing.  After a breakfast of fresh vegetables, Job headed for his water bowl.  He jumped into the middle for a bath that sent water flying all over the room, then he preened each feather into perfect alignment.  When his feathers were in order, he walked over to his mirror.  He was not the brightest avian - Job seemed to make a new friend everytime he saw a bird in that mirror!  Yet he was among the kindest, happiest birds I have known.  From the time the police brought him to me, (See post "Job The Dove" under The Vet's Pets for that story) Job lived life to the fullest, never having a bad day.  He even tolerated his beak and nail trims with grace.  Our house is so quiet without our little alarm clock!  Rest in peace Job.  We miss you.