My heart is broken.
I get up at 5am, and always follow the same routine. I turn on the bird light, uncover the fiddo's and whisper "I love you guys..have a great day.. I'll see you's tonight". Then I tiptoe out of the room, and start getting ready for work.
The boys usually go right back to sleep, so I don't normally bother them. I know thats pretty early so I let them wake up at their leisure.
When I got home tonight at 3:30 I could hear Yogi as I was coming into the apartment making a funny sort of little quack sound off and on.
I went in, and he was pacing and grumbling so I let him out right away and this is when he'd normally give me a hello kiss. Today he was rushing across his cage to Rocky's and was pretty ticked off that I was being slow at opening Rocky's door.
I opened the door so Rocky could come out, and when he didn't come out right away I reached in to get him.
I figured he would be jumping at the chance to get a nibble of Mommy's fingers, but he didn't move.
Thats when I noticed he was still lying in his happy hut like he'd been this morning
Yogi was still making the funny sound, and trying to keep me away from the cage. I brought Yogi out to the playstand, and then took Rocky out of the cage.
I kissed his little green head, told him how much I loved him and would miss him. Then I took the happy hut out of the cage, and put Rocky back into it.
I buried him up at the house beside our Hannah Cat. He used to love climbing down off the cage and terrorizing the cat. She was a wonderful mouser, but when she saw Rocky coming down the cage, she would run like a mad cat up the stairs to escape him. I like to think they are both finally at peace and friends now.
I feel like I've lost one of my best friends.. Rocky was such a gentle guy.
He'd put on weight over the spring, and after all the years of his little seed junkie ways , we had finally managed to get him off the cockatiel mix and onto a pellet diet. His weight had been a concern, but with him eating healthier (geez..the fids eat better than I do), I fully expected my chunky monkey to outlive me once he lost a bit of weight.
I just can't believe he's gone. The apartment is so quiet without his gravelly flock call. Yogi was pretty quiet tonight and wanted to be on my shoulder all evening. He finally went to bed and didn't even do his "running his lines", so I know he's missing Rocky too
This is the part of loving a companion animal that is heartbreaking <sob>.
I know Rocky is flying free with all the other quakers, and he was loved very much while he was here. Yogi and I are going to miss him so very much.
Please add Rocky to your prayers
I love you Rocky-doodle
Debbie