I know I'm new to these forums, but I'm so upset about Paisley and I know people here will understand. I got a "he's just a bird" comment from a friend while he was sick, though most people in my life have been very supportive and concerned.
He was so big for a little guy, so much personality, so many things to say. My favorite times with him where when he had big news. He'd come up to me, bubbling with excitement, and then launch into the story. I felt like he was one of my girlfriends back in high school, telling me some hot gossip with lots of dramatic pauses for effect. He was hand tamed and sometimes he'd sit still and look at me with great interest while I talked or sang to him. Most of the time, though, he had no patience for sitting around with me, instead preferring to run around on top of his cage, babbling to me, his buddy Gus, or sometimes even his shadow on the wall. Poor Gus. I know she will miss him, but I think she found all his energy tiresome sometimes. They didn't get along at first and had to be in separate cages, but eventually they became friends - chattering to each other, doing their daily activities together, and such. They bickered a lot, but I even saw them feed each other a few times. I suspect they may have cuddled behind closed doors, but I will never know. Paisley was the only budgie I've had that talked (most have been girls). He said, "I love you," "you are so cute," "(what a) good bird," and "what are you doing." He combined two of the phrases into "I love you are so cute," which I thought was exceptionally clever! I was biased, of course. He LOVED showers. This picture is one I took over the summer, he's extra clean and handsome after a bath.
I've loved all my birds, but Paisley was so special. Aside from my childhood budgie, Joy, Paisley is the only one that really liked me enough to trust me. I was never the large, strange being that brought food to him everyday. Or maybe I was, but I was also fun to him. I feel a similar guilt to what I felt when Joy died. I got her when I was in 4th grade and she died while I was in high school. The first few years she was my BEST friend and, then as the story goes, I got older and I lost interest. I took care of all her basic needs, but she only had her mirror to talk to and I felt like a horrible, horrible person when she passed. And here I am again, knowing I should have spent more time with him while he was here. I could go on about all the reasons. I live in a small apartment and I have 2 cats, one that is very needy and blind. I have hobbies and I volunteer at a wildlife rescue. I was so busy but, oh, how I wish I had spent more time with the magical little creature living in my bedroom. For 7 years, he was one of the first faces I saw every morning and the last faces I'd see before bed. I already miss him so much.
I got him to drink a little before bed last night and he was weaker than ever. I kept telling myself he'd be okay, but part of me knew that he was fading, and he was gone in the morning. He definitely didn't feel good, but I think he died relatively peacefully in the night. I will always, always worry that this was my fault, that I brought psittacosis or something from the wildlife center into my apartment and that it gave him pneumonia. There's no way to know. I was careful, but I wasn't as careful as I should have been. I'm going to keep a pair of shoes there and start bringing a change of clothes for after my shifts. Gus has already been checked out by the vet and given precautionary meds. I'm very scared she is going to get sick, too, but if she stays well, I want to develop more of a relationship with her. She will be a tougher nut to crack, but maybe we can be friends.
Thank you to everyone who gave me advice and everyone who read this. Paisley didn't matter much to anyone but me, but his departure has left a great big hole in my heart, the kind you get when you've lost someone irreplaceable.
Paisley was obviously a VERY special little guy with lots of character as well as being quite handsome! I'm so sorry for your loss.
Paisley is well and happy now and playing at the Rainbow Bridge.
He's running about, bubbling with excitement telling all the other budgies how very much he loved his Mom and his buddy Gus and how fortunate he was to spend his time here on earth with them.
Fly high and free with the Angels, Paisley; rest peacefully now sweet boy.
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise
and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.
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What a wonderful tribute to your special friend, Rebecca. He will always be in your heart, watching over you and Gus. He had a great life, one filled with all your love and good care. I am so sorry for your loss.
He was such a beautiful bird; I'm so sorry for your loss.
It's frustrating when some only say, "he's just a bird" because he's not. They become part of your family and are there during your highs and lows, and in return, you are there for their highs and lows as well.
I'm so so sorry about Paisley. I know exactly how you feel, and unfortunately I too have heard "she's just a bird" one too many times in the past few days. My little baby girl past away just this past Tuesday, January the 6th. We were very attached to each other as well, and I spent a lot of my time with my beloved Smoky. She was 9.5 years old, and died from a combination of things (gout as a result of kidney damage, as well as anemia, etc.). I'm still quite depressed and sad about it, since every few minutes I think that I need to go get her, or go check on her, or feed her, or make her some tea. It hurts me too knowing that I'm the only one she really mattered to. My family loved her too, but they're already ok with the fact that she's gone. I'm the only one still hurting so much.
Don't listen to anyone who tells you he's "just a bird". Now I kind of keep my hurt to myself. I'm not talking about her to people around me anymore. Sometimes I'll make a comment that I miss her but then I'll just get weird looks from everyone. Apparently I should be over her by now. But I think on here we understand each other and why we miss our little guys and girls so much. No one really understands the bonds we can create with these little animals. And I don't think many people realize how smart budgies and other birds really are.
RIP little Paisley. He's now joined my little baby girl. All the best to you and I hope you can form a good relationship with Gus.
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I really think it is too sad that people who say, "It's just a bird," have never experienced the joy of having a strong bond with these special little budgies. It would change their outlook on the world. So much personality and love packed into a tiny body. We are the lucky ones. Hugs to everyone who has ever lost a special friend.