I'm about to go to work but I'm numb and shocked. Angry and sad. My baby parakeet; "Buddy," died suddenly, right in front of me last night. He was ****ing fine before I went downstairs for dinner. Within 20 minutes upon finding him on the floor he was gone. Dead. I had him checked out by a trusted associate at Petco who raised parakeets herself and she told me upon examination there had been blunt trauma in his skull.
I want to give you the details about how I found him on the bottom of his cage. How he tried to get up but wasn't able to or try to lift his head and look at me for the few seconds he had the strength. How he chirped at me when I called his name while he was dying in my hand. How he really started getting attached to me and drive my mom crazy by trying to escape while I was at work. How he was so happy when I got hom and couldn't wait for me to put my hand in the cage so he could stay on my finger and refusing to leave si he could go out with my hand. How he opened the doors himself to escape before I tied them down. How he started to chirp when he heard me outside my room and fly to the side of the cage when I came in.
I can barely move and I have a whole day at work. I want to punch a wall and cry at the same time. I've pretty much done both already, and feel like I will do do all day. It's not fair. My friend went to the bridge way before his time. We could have had a long time together, like most people do with their birds. Instead he's dead, as a result of something either I did or failed to do. Overlooked maybe.... I want to scream. Or cry all day. This hurts me too bad, I've seen way too much death in my time. I didn't need death to visit my new friend las tonight. Death doesn't wait though. Death took away my aunt with cancer and my childhood friend in an auto accident just a few days before high school graduation several years ago. The scars never leave, and now I have a new set of scars to remind me that death will come in his time, not in ours. :help: :sad:
I want to give you the details about how I found him on the bottom of his cage. How he tried to get up but wasn't able to or try to lift his head and look at me for the few seconds he had the strength. How he chirped at me when I called his name while he was dying in my hand. How he really started getting attached to me and drive my mom crazy by trying to escape while I was at work. How he was so happy when I got hom and couldn't wait for me to put my hand in the cage so he could stay on my finger and refusing to leave si he could go out with my hand. How he opened the doors himself to escape before I tied them down. How he started to chirp when he heard me outside my room and fly to the side of the cage when I came in.
I can barely move and I have a whole day at work. I want to punch a wall and cry at the same time. I've pretty much done both already, and feel like I will do do all day. It's not fair. My friend went to the bridge way before his time. We could have had a long time together, like most people do with their birds. Instead he's dead, as a result of something either I did or failed to do. Overlooked maybe.... I want to scream. Or cry all day. This hurts me too bad, I've seen way too much death in my time. I didn't need death to visit my new friend las tonight. Death doesn't wait though. Death took away my aunt with cancer and my childhood friend in an auto accident just a few days before high school graduation several years ago. The scars never leave, and now I have a new set of scars to remind me that death will come in his time, not in ours. :help: :sad:
