At the end of September, I lost Goose, my parakeet of 11 years. Two weeks ago his November, I bought a parakeet to keep my Dio company. I named it Romance.
I had it for a week, then I had to go out of state to my parent's house for Thanksgiving. I left enough food, veggies, detailed notes, and everything for my pet sitter, a neighbor of mine. On Sunday, I received a call from my pet sitter... she had arrived at the house to find it dead in the corner of the cage.
Last year in October, I got a phone call on vacation that Dio had eaten lead and was badly ill (he survived). Now, another phone call away from home. I had rearranged my flight, packed and dressed in 30 minutes, and within two hours, took the long cross-country flight home. I felt ill all day.
Today, I took Romance to the vet's office to be handed over for cremation. I only knew it for a week, but I sobbed at its loss. I still have its leg band. Romance never had his first birthday.
I don't know why Romance died. Losing two birds in two months is too hard for me. I can't stop crying at the idea. What a way to start the week.