When I whispered "Shiloh?", I checked for his pulse. He passed away right at that moment.
This morning, I woke up at around 8 and checked up on my budgies. Shiloh was in the bottom corner. Both his feet had fallen into the slits of the grate. I picked him up and he could not stupport himself and just fell over to his side.
It's hard to describe what I was feeling because I just knew that he wasn't going to make it. I didn't even bother thinking about bringing him to the vet. I just held him and stroke his lifeless body and kissed him.
He tried to fly, like you saw in the video, but he'd cripple over and hurt himself. He still had his dinner leftovers on his face.
Shortly after stoping the video, I held him for a few minutes and placed him inside a small shoebox filled with tissue.
Shiloh was my very first budgie I picked to bring home with me. He was the first budgie to step up onto my finger and eat from my palm. He was the first budgie I trained. He was a human budgie, he did everything with us. He would prefer spending time on my shoulder, than with the other budgies on the playgym.
He was the flirt. He'd flirt with everything that moves and doesn't move, and be turned down by every female budgie, but keep his mojo. He was a lover, a gentleman, and a true friend.
He was so special, and I never thought he'd go. Now, life seems so empty.
Before his burial, I decided to take a drive. When I get upset, I drive. I drove a couple of miles, with waterfalls coming down my face.
When I returned, I was faced with something that I couldn't even imagine would happen. I wen to check on Grace and Suzie, and there laid Suzie, dead.
Suzie was just growing up from a tiny baby budgie, to a flighted teen. She was on her way to becoming an adult. Why did she have to go so soon? Why today? Why with Shiloh?
I've never seen another budgie like Suzie. Not just her looks, but her personality. She was the one that wanted to "fit in" with the flock. She'd chase all my budgies tail, trying to play in their games. And no matter how many times my boys have told her to back off, she continued to try. She finally did.
I have placed her next to Shiloh in the shoebox, and they are resting in my backyard.
Words can't describe the pain, agony and confusion I feel. Yes, some of you may be saying to get their autopsies done, but there are more greater things to be concerned about. Grace.
Grace looks like he's doing okay. I have scheduled a vets appointment for tomorrow morning. He's got normal symptoms and he's active, playing with his toys and eating.
I do wonder what happened to my two babies. Could they have died for the same reason? Most likely. Am I urgent to find out what? Not really.
I've never been one to believe in autopsy, although I do understand why it is needed. Shiloh and Suzie were my two budgies that I loved so much. I don't want to destroy their bodies. I believe that if they've passed away, that's it. Leave them be.
It's hard to believe that three of my budgies have passed away in such a short period of time. It's hard to believe that yesterday, I had three, and today, I only have my Grace.
I don't know whats next for me and Grace, but I know that he will be loved and cared for. He's the only one I have now.
I love you Shiloh and Suzie... Rest in peace my loves.