I didnāt want to write this because I thought it would be just too damned hard ā and I was right, but I owe it to my baby Baci. Many of you will know that I lost my precious darling boy last year and today its exactly one year on. At the time I was far too devastated to write anything to mark his passing. Well a year later it turns out nothing has changed, but I owe it to him.
My baby Baci was my first and so far only green cheeked conure. I named him after my favourite brand of Italian chocolates because he was so sweet, and ābaciā is also Italian for ākissesā which he gave and got plenty of! He passed last year at the age of only 5 due to acute pancreatitis. It all happened so fast over a weekend when my bird vet was closed (naturally!) and although I got him down there first thing on the Monday morning by then it was already too late to save him.
He was my constant little mate, my angelic baby boy, and unwittingly became my emotional support birdie. Not long after I got him I was made redundant from the job that I loved which threw up all of my worst fears and anxieties and he got me through them. Just one cuddle and a whiff of his sweet-smelling feathers and I could face the world again. But Baci didnāt like my husband, not one little bit! I always used to ājokeā with hubby that if anything ever happened to me he had to promise to take good care of Baci, and I meant in a Mary Poppins kind of way, not in an Al Pacino kind of way! It just never even occurred to me that I would lose him so young.
Baci is buried in my garden down the side of my house, with a headstone to mark the spot. If we ever move from this house I shall pop him in a pot plant and take him with us, I will never leave him behind.
Baby Baci there are no words to describe how much I love you, nor sufficient to describe how much I miss you EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. If I knew then what I know now I would never have left you at the vet clinic overnight ā I thought I was doing the right thing by you but given that time again I would have brought you home and nursed you through the night and maybe you might just have made it through. The ONLY comfort I have is that you are happy and flying free somewhere over the Rainbow Bridge with a whole flock of little playmates, and that someday we may meet again and youāll recognize your mummy and come over for a big cuddle and a skritch. Your mummy will never stop loving you baby boy, you were everything to me.
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My baby Baci was my first and so far only green cheeked conure. I named him after my favourite brand of Italian chocolates because he was so sweet, and ābaciā is also Italian for ākissesā which he gave and got plenty of! He passed last year at the age of only 5 due to acute pancreatitis. It all happened so fast over a weekend when my bird vet was closed (naturally!) and although I got him down there first thing on the Monday morning by then it was already too late to save him.
He was my constant little mate, my angelic baby boy, and unwittingly became my emotional support birdie. Not long after I got him I was made redundant from the job that I loved which threw up all of my worst fears and anxieties and he got me through them. Just one cuddle and a whiff of his sweet-smelling feathers and I could face the world again. But Baci didnāt like my husband, not one little bit! I always used to ājokeā with hubby that if anything ever happened to me he had to promise to take good care of Baci, and I meant in a Mary Poppins kind of way, not in an Al Pacino kind of way! It just never even occurred to me that I would lose him so young.
Baci is buried in my garden down the side of my house, with a headstone to mark the spot. If we ever move from this house I shall pop him in a pot plant and take him with us, I will never leave him behind.
Baby Baci there are no words to describe how much I love you, nor sufficient to describe how much I miss you EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. If I knew then what I know now I would never have left you at the vet clinic overnight ā I thought I was doing the right thing by you but given that time again I would have brought you home and nursed you through the night and maybe you might just have made it through. The ONLY comfort I have is that you are happy and flying free somewhere over the Rainbow Bridge with a whole flock of little playmates, and that someday we may meet again and youāll recognize your mummy and come over for a big cuddle and a skritch. Your mummy will never stop loving you baby boy, you were everything to me.
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Thank you for sharing this, when you wrote Zenek reminds you baby Baci, I didn't really know what you were writing about, later I found an info he was your GCC, now I can know more about him, thanks for sharing again!
