mh434
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- Oct 28, 2014
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- Parrots
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Yellow-naped Amazon "Sammy"
Love birds (4)
Green-cheeked Conure "Skittles" - now, sadly gone from my life
Blue-Crowned Conure "Tequila"
African Grey "Reno" - sadly, now gone from my life
Those of you following my list of recent tragedies will understand how difficult a time I've had recently.
Last night didn't help. Little "Timmy" was our (my) only budgie. He was a rescue as he had a club foot, and the store couldn't/wouldn't sell him, so his future would have been extremely short. I named him "Timmy" after little Timmy in Dicken's "A Christmas Carol", because he was tiny and crippled, but had an indomitable spirit.
Despite being smaller than he should have been, and having a bad foot, he did well in my flock, chirping & singing with the rest of them & getting around just fine.
Last night, he had a bath, had something to eat, sat on his perch & whistled a bit, then sat quietly while the rest of the flock did the same. A few minutes later, I heard a soft "thump" from the living room, and even the dog recognized it as unusual and not normal. After a few minutes of investigating, I looked in Timmy's cage, and he was on the bottom, gone. If he'd even moved at all, I'd have heard him as there's paper lining the bottom of his cage. I think it was instant - one second he was happy & chirping, then next second he was gone.
I buried him next to the others who crossed over before him, with his own little slate marker & a tiny name plate I made for him on it. It may seem silly, but I visit them all from time to time & remember how much I loved them, and how much I miss them.
More tears.
He's the second of my flock to cross the bridge in the past couple of weeks, and the second grave & marker I've had to prepare. Recently, it seems like everyone & everything I've ever loved are leaving me.
Fly free, little Timmy. You may have been tiny, but you had big-bird love. I will never forget you, little one.
Last night didn't help. Little "Timmy" was our (my) only budgie. He was a rescue as he had a club foot, and the store couldn't/wouldn't sell him, so his future would have been extremely short. I named him "Timmy" after little Timmy in Dicken's "A Christmas Carol", because he was tiny and crippled, but had an indomitable spirit.
Despite being smaller than he should have been, and having a bad foot, he did well in my flock, chirping & singing with the rest of them & getting around just fine.
Last night, he had a bath, had something to eat, sat on his perch & whistled a bit, then sat quietly while the rest of the flock did the same. A few minutes later, I heard a soft "thump" from the living room, and even the dog recognized it as unusual and not normal. After a few minutes of investigating, I looked in Timmy's cage, and he was on the bottom, gone. If he'd even moved at all, I'd have heard him as there's paper lining the bottom of his cage. I think it was instant - one second he was happy & chirping, then next second he was gone.
I buried him next to the others who crossed over before him, with his own little slate marker & a tiny name plate I made for him on it. It may seem silly, but I visit them all from time to time & remember how much I loved them, and how much I miss them.
More tears.
He's the second of my flock to cross the bridge in the past couple of weeks, and the second grave & marker I've had to prepare. Recently, it seems like everyone & everything I've ever loved are leaving me.
Fly free, little Timmy. You may have been tiny, but you had big-bird love. I will never forget you, little one.
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