Angel was 6 years old when she died yesterday.
We were gone for the weekend, which my flock handles fine, and she must have become egg-bound. A few hours after we came home I walked by and she was hanging upside down like normal except I could see the egg in her prolapsed cloaca. I tried gently massaging the sphincter with olive oil but I knew it was not going to help. She was acting normal except breathing heavy and waddling around to avoid knocking her wound on the perches. She was preening Yoshi, too, and singing.
We took her to the nearest emergency avian vet (an hour away). After a half hour they confirmed what I had feared: Angel was going to die no matter what I chose to do. There were three options: 1) get the egg out and try reinserting the cloaca, which most likely would not stay in her body cavity once it got so stretched out; 2) surgically remove the cloaca and use purse-string stitches to make a new sphincter but it would most likely get infected if she survived the surgery (10% chance); 3) put her down.
It was sad but I decided to put her down, which was extremely hard. I feel so guilty since she trusted me and was looking to me to help her. I wish I could have held her while it happened.
I miss her a lot. She used to fly onto my shoulder and preen my face. She would sing softly and try to feed my 'beak' (my nose) some regurgitated seeds. She was the only one of my flock who was finger trained. Nick really misses her too. We'll be sad for a while, but Damien, Littlefoot, and Yoshi keep us smiling and carry on her memory.