Lost Joey this morning. The Avian Vet attempted to remove his tumour, but it was much worse than thought. So the legend that was up until recent weeks talking, and eating the house down, even eyeing up my ice cream, is now gone. Hard to take in, i think he was only approx 7yrs old. Personally im devastated and there surely cant be any salt water left in my body. But i cant be selfish, it was for his best. I miss you so much wee man!
Thanks folks. I have had 4 budgies in my lifetime, but this has been the hardest yet. My previous ones all died in their sleep. But Joey with his tumour he developed has been sad to watch. Then as the Avian Vet is 2 hours away from me, he spent the last two day and nights apart from me in the vets. Wish i could have been with him. Amazing how such a little bird can capture a large chunk of my heart. There will never be one like him. On a humorous note when i was sobbing goodbye to him on Tuesday, he scolded me! He also on the long car drive to the vets, made the noise he made when i took him up to his bedroom every night, the whole way. Colin.
Joey was a fantastic talker and imitator. Here was his repertoire:
" My name is Joey Mac"
" Poor wee Joe"
" Mr Budgie"
" Joey, Joey,Joey Mac"
" Whos a quer wee budgie?" ( Quer is a northern ireland word and roughly means great/good)
" Whos a quer eejit?"
" George"( we never figured out who George was)
" Poor wee George"
" Where`s poor Sooty?" ( our cat)
" Jue Jue" ( another mystery)
" Whats the craic?"
" Hows about ya?"
" Hows about YOU?"
" Mr Mac"
" Alright Joey?"
" Whos a stupid budgie?" ( which i stopped him saying, dont know who taught him that)
" He was working on a new sentence which we will never know what it was.
Smoke alarm battery
The car that drives in our park which makes a terrible noise