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My world has been shattered again
a year ago
Peepers, my green cheeked conure, my birdie buddy, my sanity switch, my one thing stable to my mental stability on a daily basis, suddenly died. Apparently accidentally choking on a tiny piece of plastic he somehow got lodged in his throat from a plastic bird toy that he managed to crack. He went quietly without me aware at the time.
I am utterly heartbroken over this, devastated. I feel the world crashed down on me without warning .
His daily "Daddies Home" as I would come back home from work , he'd greet me as I entered. Followed by a loud "Peepers!" He'd love to share what I am eating, often demanding a portion. He'd even would pick out a spaghetti noodle that had sauce on it, cause it tasted better than a plain noodle. He'd cheep in excitement over certain radio ads or jingles, sit on top of my radio, bopping to the tune. If I was taking a nap, he'd fly in and sit nearby and nap himself. Then get excited when I would get up . Usually to have great fun in tossing certain items to the floor just for me to pick up. And when he'd want out of his cage, he'd loudly would ask "Play?" And that usually got him out of his cage, providing I wasn't about to go to work or someplace else. Plus I would approach his cage and say "I'm going to have a great day today financially, to keep a roof over your feathery little head! Bye Bye Peeps." as I would head out to work the Chinese job.
His favorite toys was a medium sized, heavy duty plastic pill bottle he'd stick his head in and bounce it off the bottom of his cage, talking inside at the same time, or an empty toilet paper tube doing the same, then happily shred up the cardboard. Plus he'd go out of his way to steal an M&M, cause they are yummy. And Lego mini figures were a delight to toss to the floor from my DVD bookshelf, mainly cause I had to pick them up again and set them back on the shelf.
My place is too quiet, no happy little bird that bonded with me. My depression is through the roof that I wished I could have prevented this. Without my daily safety of feathered happiness....I don't know. This also comes at a very bad time financially for me, I was roughing out several pieces to put up for sale to help cover my large car insurance bill by April 16th, now this. Sadly prices have gone up on birds in the past year. I was shocked seeing how expensive they've become when I went to get Peepers a fresh bag of mixed seed last week. Its outright shocking. Even lowly parakeets are suddenly pushing $80. But $450 for most conures? $1100 for an Indian Ringneck?
I don't know how I can move on. When you live alone and the one thing in your life that brought happiness consistently is suddenly gone....Its outright emotionally and mentally devastating. I'm deeply going to miss that little bundle of feathered happiness.
I am utterly heartbroken over this, devastated. I feel the world crashed down on me without warning .
His daily "Daddies Home" as I would come back home from work , he'd greet me as I entered. Followed by a loud "Peepers!" He'd love to share what I am eating, often demanding a portion. He'd even would pick out a spaghetti noodle that had sauce on it, cause it tasted better than a plain noodle. He'd cheep in excitement over certain radio ads or jingles, sit on top of my radio, bopping to the tune. If I was taking a nap, he'd fly in and sit nearby and nap himself. Then get excited when I would get up . Usually to have great fun in tossing certain items to the floor just for me to pick up. And when he'd want out of his cage, he'd loudly would ask "Play?" And that usually got him out of his cage, providing I wasn't about to go to work or someplace else. Plus I would approach his cage and say "I'm going to have a great day today financially, to keep a roof over your feathery little head! Bye Bye Peeps." as I would head out to work the Chinese job.
His favorite toys was a medium sized, heavy duty plastic pill bottle he'd stick his head in and bounce it off the bottom of his cage, talking inside at the same time, or an empty toilet paper tube doing the same, then happily shred up the cardboard. Plus he'd go out of his way to steal an M&M, cause they are yummy. And Lego mini figures were a delight to toss to the floor from my DVD bookshelf, mainly cause I had to pick them up again and set them back on the shelf.
My place is too quiet, no happy little bird that bonded with me. My depression is through the roof that I wished I could have prevented this. Without my daily safety of feathered happiness....I don't know. This also comes at a very bad time financially for me, I was roughing out several pieces to put up for sale to help cover my large car insurance bill by April 16th, now this. Sadly prices have gone up on birds in the past year. I was shocked seeing how expensive they've become when I went to get Peepers a fresh bag of mixed seed last week. Its outright shocking. Even lowly parakeets are suddenly pushing $80. But $450 for most conures? $1100 for an Indian Ringneck?
I don't know how I can move on. When you live alone and the one thing in your life that brought happiness consistently is suddenly gone....Its outright emotionally and mentally devastating. I'm deeply going to miss that little bundle of feathered happiness.
I hope that you can save up for a new pal.
When we share our lives with critters, esp. ones who don't have nearly as long a span of time in their mortal bodies, it always hurts when they die.
That kind of pain is a testament to just how much we cared for/loved them, and in grief, you can't ignore it.
I agree with you about the abhorrent costs of EVERYTHING, and pets/critter management is not immune to it.
Just wish and hope that you have people around you, that you can turn to. Talk to. Share the good memories, and when needed, help support you as you grieve, and are there to see you get your feet back underneath you again.
(((Hugs, if o.k.)))
*hugs*
At least Peepers was with with someone who loved him, in life.
It never really goes away, missing them when they are gone, but he taught you how to more deeply love. I know you made him happy and made him feel so very loved.
He is now soaring high and is waiting for you on the other side, and maybe when you two next meet, you can fly with him. until then, soar on the wings of memory, and keep *his* alive.
If you would like, note me a picture of him, and I will draw something for you of him :3
If you don't want me to thats fine too.
I just know 1000000% that you were the best "papa" he could have asked for!
I'm so shattered that I was utterly helpless to help him when it happened and that he was still quite young (Less than 4 years old) is what hits me more. And when I placed him in his grave, I was weeping, saying I look forward to see you again at the Rainbow Bridge . I honestly hope I do.
And yes, I'd love to have you do a picture of him. The day I got him https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36318024/ and a good close up of him https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48727818/
I honestly feel honored you offered, and look forward to seeing it. Thank you!
I know in my heart that he knew you love him- yes present tense because it never truly ever stops- and I know he is telling all those who made it to the Rainbow Bridge before him about his wonderful Papa!!
You have my deepest sympathies and condolences, sir.
I'm sure he'll be there to help teach you how to fly when the time comes.
That's terrible.
Had a similar thing happen to one of my mom's cats. Those small plastic bits are killers.
Very sorry to hear about your bird. I hope you'll be able to cope. Hang in there, man.