Thank you. We had a little funeral for him and he's now buried under the plum tree he seemed to like best in the last couple of weeks. It was a rough day - we went camping for the weekend, and when we got back, there was no questioning whistle coming from the livingroom. I'm finding it hardest to adapt to not doing my usual routine. Wake up, uncover him, scritches through the cage, make breakfast for kids, make breakfast for Melvin, feed myself. I almost broke down when I had extra apple slices left over because I started to set them aside for him. It seemed to happen so fast. I know we did the right thing, but it's hard to emotionally catch up with events.
This is the first time in 17 years that I haven't had a bird. I can't even imagine getting another one at this point because I simply don't have the room in my life to try to train and adapt a new bird to our crazy family. Melvin was so great for us because he was so independent and wanted to just be around us without demanding undivided attention. He never got nippy or screechy when I got busy, instead just played with his toys, climbed the curtains or just hung out watching the craziness unfold around him. It would be a lot to ask of a new feathered companion. And not really fair. And yet I miss having a bird. Their beauty. Their antics. Their personality.
