no matter how old you get losing a pet is probably one of life’s more crappy handouts or slaps up side the head. especially if the pet was a long time family member and your buddy. i got to watch our pet of 18 years die yesterday morning and then have the sad duty of telling g/f that her beloved little bird, mimi, had died while she had gone out to get something for her.
the illness or what ever it was set in very quickly. though i guess if you are an 18 year old cockatiel you are probably on borrowed time as it is. she hadn’t been doing well since friday night but in hindsight she probably had been going down slope for the past few months. her mother, my g/f, had brought her back from the brink of death a few times in the past 5 or 6 years. she thought she could do it again. not this time. that clause in life that says nothing is permanent finally clicked in.
so the little bird was put in a decorative christmas box, a few almonds were added along with a small dried flower bouquet, then i dug one more hole. it’s not the first hole i’ve dug for a departed pet friend and i guess it probably won’t be the last. however, this one really hurt. still does. she was my pal and my buddy. usually, at this time of day she would be sitting on my lap or leg under the keyboard napping or fixing her feathers or just looking to me for some petting.
we spent the rest of the day yesterday looking for a replacement. g/f said she couldn’t come home and not have a bird here. i understand that. fine by me. we found another lutino cockatiel that resembles our old one and g/f had to have it. we brought it home and it’s beginning to adapt. g/f is very good with birds and if this one has a good constitution she should be around for many years as well. we named the new bird, mimi. what else were we going to do?
goodbye, my little friend.