Your replies and support were and are still so comforting to me.
Bogart's ashes have arrived and the box is sitting in the living room, on top of the TV right in front of me. I thought it would hurt seeing that box, but it's not so bad. I would rather have it in here than have it in some other room.
I know he isn't really in that box, which makes it easier.
I know he is in a nice place awaiting to meet up with us again someday.
It's actually gotten harder for me as the days have gone by, because he was with me everywhere I went and now it's hard doing these things, knowing he is not by my side or right behind me.
All those special, funny things he use to do with me on a daily basis keep going through my mind everytime I have to repeat them. It's not like I can change my routine so it won't bother me so much, because they are everyday things that have to be done sooner or later.
For example: using the bathroom. Every time I got into my wheelchair and headed down the hallway he would get in front of me and look to make sure nothing was in my way and if there was, he moved it out of my way.
Funny thing was...after he knew the way was clear, he always walked backwards so he could watch me and be ready, if for some reason I changed my mind and went another way.
When his back end arrived at the doorway, he backed up into the room across from the bathroom, so I could go into the bathroom first (Ladie's first!), then he would follow me and and lay on the floor while I did whatever it was in was in there for. Even when taking a bath, he laid right next to the tub and waited for me. The minute he heard my wheelchair click on, he was up and ready to go again.
That's just one example, but there are many, many more like them, which I won't get into, because I think you all get the picture.
How does someone get used to not having such a special friend in their life anymore that did everything with her for so many years? It was hard whenever I lost a pet. As you get older you can say you've lost many, which I have and they were all special in their own way. I lost Rita, my quaker this year and that was really tough at first, but it got easier as the days went by.
I can't remember ever having a pet so close to being human and one in which I was the center of their being. It was like he was here to help me adjust to the change in my life...becoming disabled.
Without him I would have had to become more dependant on others. Although I was dependant on him, he helped me learn over the years how to be independant. When I first became disabled I don't know what would have happened if it wasn't for him. I probably would have gotten used to being dependant on others, and wouldn't have had the strength or will power to overcome the obstacles I had, and the satisfaction I have now, knowing I overcame them.
Who knows where I've be and where I'd be headed if it wasn't for Bogart!!
Anyway, I hope it starts getting easier soon.
Flyer and Jethro have gotten a little better. Jethro more than Flyer. Flyer isn't looking for him anymore, but I can still see the sadness in him and I know he's not a happy camper right now. We'll both just have to get through it together.
You've all said wonderful things to help and I thank you so much for that!

Ok, on a happier note...Kiwi has become so hilarious!
She's just seems to know the right things to say at the right time. She has actually become a watch-bird. lol
I'll try to make this story quick, as I am writing another book.
My husband's friend drove in the driveway and we didn't hear him, but Kiwi saw him out the window. She started hollaring,
"Eric, Eric" and when she saw the guy get out of the car, she said in a worried voice "Uh Oh" like it was too late or something. You probably had to be there, but for us, it was pretty funny.
She says "Uh Oh" at other times, like when she does something wrong...she gives herself away, but we always know when someone is here, because the "Uh Oh" is in a very worried tone.
There's a reason why we are all here, because we chose to have very funny and very smart birds in our lives.

Ok, I'll go for now because I want to check on some of the other posts and see how everyone is doing.
I am trying to get here more often, but it's just so hard on the days I'm so tired, which seems to be everyday lately.
Kiwi often says "wake up!" lol
Take care everyone!
Hugs,
Lisa

Lisa,
Thanks for sharing your stories of Bogart. It REALLY does give a clear picture of what that boy meant to you. I was just picturing him getting ahead of you and clearing the way as he wagged his tail with delight!. Kiwi sounds like quite a hoot!!! What a good guard bird. My Hahn's Kermit says Uh oh too at the most appropriate times. The first time was when I told the birds "Lights out" and apparently he wasn't quite ready yet. The second time was when my plumhead parakeet flew to the floor and threw a fit due to her hormones and she was angry that I was talking to the quaker instead of her. The third time was just a couple days ago when I was giving the quakers some juice in a small cup. Kade(my quaker) grabbed the cup and the juice went up his nose, so he got mad and bit me. these birds are just too funny aren't they?
Anyway, I'm still keeping you all in my prayers and hope your healing time is shorter than you anicipate
Tikileahsmom

Thinking of you Lisa and thanks for the inspiring story of Bogart....What a wonderful dog and yes, I know he was special....

Just remember to do what Bogart would want you to do and that is keep trying....

My thoughts go with you....Post when you feel like it.....It was certainly good to hear from you....