The thought of doing it is bringing me near tears.
And I don't even known for sure that he's dead.
But I have to accept the possibility. Denial is a part of grieving, right? I want to deny this for as long as possible, but maybe if I at least pretend to accept it, I won't get teary every time I think of him.
My Boo, my precious, beautiful Boo, is gone.
I'm missing you, baby. Dad and mum are, too. And Ollie... don't even get me started on how much he is missing you. He looked for you this morning, hassling me and looking for where I hid him. Was he behind my neck? Under my hair? On my other shoulder? He screeched at me when he couldn't find you, and tried to tear my hands to shreds.
I don't understand why it happened. Dad swatted you away before he went to the door, and the slightest movement always makes you go. He couldn't feel you perching on his back when he walked outside to check what had stirred up the birds in the aviary. It wasn't until he was half way across the yard that he felt the slightest movement on his back, heard the flutter of your wings, and watched you fly away. He looked for you for hours. Mum said he was crying, literally packing his bags because I was going to kill him for losing you. But what good would that do? It could have been any of us. It was so unlike you to hang around like that. Mum saw you later that afternoon, for a moment, in a neighbouring tree. But no sign of you since.
All the birds are calling for you. Your little blue cage is outside waiting for you, complete with seed, water, and your very own slice of promite toast. I dreamed of you coming back, as did mum. But it didn't work, did it?
Mum wonders whether it was getting close to your 'time'. You weren't young when I got you, back in January 2009. The last few months, I've been envisioning lifting the towel that covers your cage at night to find you dead.
I want closure, baby boy. How am I supposed to accept that you're gone until I do?
But until then, just know that I love you, and I always will. You will ALWAYS be my Boo Budgie.
You know you might have too many budgies when you're not sure if you've remembered them all!
Charlie - Cinny - Dante - Gidget - Jimmette - JJ - Jules - Mo - Ollie - Peanut - Penny - Pie - PJ - Pockie - Sally - Simon - Snowy - Song - Sora - Spang - Tommy
Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear this... I can feel your pain and heartbreak as I'm moved and tearing up by the touching tribute you made to your precious boy.
Wherever your Boo is now, I'm sure he knows how much you cared for him and loved him. I hope with time the hole left in your heart by Boo's departure will heal and be filled with all the wonderful memories of the good times you had together.
RIP sweet Tito (Summer 2008 - January 17th 2013).
You are missed and never will be forgotten.
Oh my gosh, I literally know how you are feeling. I lost my Frankie in a similar way to this nearly 1 year ago and I still hold out hope I will find him. It's a very unsettling and strange feeling not knowing whether to grieve or not, and yet you do grieve because they are no longer there and you don't know if they are safe or not.
I really feel for you. I am so sorry.
Boo, please go home. You are sorely missed precious boy.....
My heart is absolutely breaking for you. I'm so sorry about what happened to Boo. I know what it's like. My favorite little hen Gandalf escaped from the aviary several months back and still, every day, I find myself scouring the trees for a little white Budgie and holding out hope I'll see her again. It's terrible not knowing but accidents do happen and it sounds like your family is as devastated as you are.
What an incredible tribute to your boy!I hope and pray that somehow he returns to you;I feel so bad for your Dad too... this could happen to any of us but we hope it never does.Please come home, Boo, your family loves you so much!
Oh this is so sad, my heart is reaching out to you, are we talking a little budgie? Oh Boo please find your way home, this is something we all dread. I lost my little Bertie when he flew out of our open door (Motorhome) which I would have sworn was closed. Keep tha house of his outdoors for a while yet, we'll all pray he finds his way home