The loss of a life

How funny it is that the loss of our beloved pet has stir up alot of emotions in me.

You see, we have a baby lovebird which we call Rocky.He was really a fine lad i tell you. When we first got him, he was only a month old. He didnt even noe how to swallow properly.But aniways, he was our joy. When i called him, i would be asking what is the bird doing.

Then come this fateful night when we were fighting. He just finish feeding him and was patting him. (He didnt burp.Are they suppose to??). Somehow, we ended up having a very bad conversation that lead to him throwing the poor little soul on the floor. Mind you, he didnt even know how to fly. I was freaking shock and amazed as to how aggressive he could be, venting his anger to the poor bird. Without hesitation, i picked the poor thing up, went up to him and punched his back. Nothing can be worse to what i was feeling at that moment. He dont deserve to be thrown on the floor and i will never forgive him for that. (Dont worry, still love you though).

Minutes later, Rocky was already limping. So we went to the avian vet and got him checked out. He had a blood clot at the leg and was given medication. He was really feeling unwell the next few days without any ounce of energy or appetite. But it was such a short lived relief when he was starting to get better and wasnt limping animore. I remembered the few days before it died, he was walking around the couch area, looking so happy. Until that day when he suddenly went vege again and we brought him to the vet again. This time, it was not only the swollen leg but he couldnt open his eyes. The words the doc said really set mi hart pumping.

"Im sorry but he looks like a really sick bird to me. You really have to be prepared for it."

I was really holding back mi tears and fears man. He was given antibiotics after the consultation and we were really praying hard that he will pull thru.

The night before he died, he was really very active. We were getting optimistic cos he was getting to his usual self. The very next morn, bf called and said that Rocky is suddenly too sick to even have a spoonful of his food. Minutes after that, he died. Somehow, while i was having mi shower and getting donned to go to his place to take a look at Rocky, I have the strangest feeling that im unable to take a look at him alive for the last time.

BF said he died while BF was holding him in his hands. He chirped for the last time and stayed quiet with his eyes half open. There was tears rolling down the face of the poor soul. Maybe it was trying hard to stay alive since morn and wanted to see bf for the last time.

I couldnt stop crying upon reaching his place and buried Rocky there after. Its funny how a small bird could stir up so many emotions that i didnt know i had for him. Every time i look at the big empty cage and the toys that was actually for him lying around, tears will start to well up in my eyes. Sob2.

Now the cage is converted into another lovely home for Princess, our new lovebird. Shes older and easier to take care of. She is exactly the same colour as Rocky and as noisy as when we first got him.

May you rest in peace, Rocky.