I am an utter wreck right now. Our beloved Tweety passed suddenly last night. I am so heartbroken as this was so unexpected.
He would have been 8 years old next month and he was so full of life *and spoiled rotten* I'm at the "what if, what did I miss, why why why" point in my grief, I just hurt all over. I know I should have went with my gut when his behaviour was changing - he is a male but was recently displaying female behaviour (getting into a trance and in mounting position for about 5 minutes every morning ) and lately having larger than normal droppings. So large he was wiggling his butt to drop them. I thought it was just something he ate off the floor and would pass. I am kicking myself right now. These were warning signs. But he was eating normally, playing constantly with his toys, running and flying all around the house and still attempting to get into the speaker. I was sure he would do it one of these days, he was so determined! Even up to that fateful moment, he was my perfect little boy.
Shortly before my husband came home from work last night, he was acting like he got spooked, it happens, he hears a noise or something. So I put him in his cage to calm down and he seemed a bit better, but sitting on perch's he normally does not use and then was climbing the back of his cage. He got on his bed (his swing) so I took it he was ready for bedtime. He looked so cute swinging there looking a bit sleepy, and told him how cute he was, that I loved him and would see him in the morning. I put his cover on and sat on the couch with my husband.
I then heard a ruckus in his cage (a normal noise when he jumps off the swing to get to another perch - he did this all the time) but then I heard it again and knew, this was not normal. I ran to his cage, tore off the cover and saw my poor little boy on the bottom of the cage. I scream "somethings wrong" and my husband runs over and picks up Tweety as he takes his last breath. I just stood there in disbelief. This cannot be happening. He was flying about only 10 minutes ago! My husband held Tweety and was in as much shock as I was. He kept listening for a heartbeat, was softly petting him, trying anything but he knew. I held him and kissed him and told him I loved him.
My husband was so kind as to clean Tweet's cage today, gathered his gazillion toys up cause he knows I can't bear to look at it right now. Even as I type this I'm in view of the table his cage sat on and it's so empty, the house is so quiet like there is a huge void and I keep bursting into tears.
He was buried this morning by our miniature lilac bush marked with a stone and where we have our wild bird feeder set up, so Tweety will never be alone. Such a sweet little boy....so full of joy and curiosity.
As I type this out I feel my pain lessening so slightly. But the guilt is stil there. This is going to be a difficult journey. I haven't had a budgie since we lost our last one when I was 15 and could not go through the heartache again. Took me near 20 years to share our love with these sweet little birds again.
Tweety brought such joy to our lives and will be dearly missed. Rest in peace little buddy......our hearts and home feels so empty without you.