05/28/2026
Pebbles passed last night. She was 40. She came to us December 6, 2017. In the pictures, I am wearing a blue shirt kissing her in an e-collar that same day.
She had been in foster homes for several years following her mom going into a nursing home. She was a happy and loved baby who cuddled me every chance she got, and went everywhere with me.
Her medical life was a constant struggle.
In the picture you can see her wearing a vest. The vest is a velcro dog harness with a piece of leather sewed on. She more commonly wore collars, but she was always able to keep the wound on her chest open. She had creative ways to get at it. It only healed a handful of times. Each briefly before it was re-opened.
She was our first documented avian ganglioneuritis case. Initially we had no idea. The vet in AZ did a CT scan and saw every bone in her body looked like it has been broken. Her spine, like all her other joints, was crooked. She didn't perch, walk, or climb well, and flew exactly once in protest of me giving the wrong bird attention.
Another vet thought maybe she had a bone spur on her keel. He did surgery, removing the scar tissue. A few days later she blew out the stitches and it took 18 months to close up the huge hole over her breast. A couple years later a vet in CA pointed me toward Dr. Dahlhausen’s work on ganglioneuritis. We now had a proper diagnosis that ultimately inspired the book Parronting.
Peaches respected and loved her as an elder. She would come over and they would argue and play, take over each other's nests, or Peaches would just climb up inside Pebbles' nest and pretend to be her baby.
I personally think she has known a long time she was in decline that the vet and I had not noticed. I think she also knew as she made space for Sarge and even allowed an umbrella (Angel) to cuddle me without protest. Her weight had gone down, and we did occasionally need to fight infections with her wounds, but nothing major.
Her vet had planned to start her on a bee venom therapy that is supposed to help with AG/PDD/ABV. We all knew she was on borrowed time. She was vulnerable on many levels.
Many said we should put her down. Did she have pain? Yes. Was she miserable? No. She had joy. She had quality of life. She wanted to live. She had joy and love to her end.