When I came home after dropping my younger son, Kieran, at school for his PSAT exam, I discovered that Baci had passed away, most likely during the night. I emailed my supervisor that I would be a little late and put her on a clean hand towel in a cardboard bird carrier, in the cool garage. I put her cage outside, and held in my tears all day, until I was on my way home. Then Billy Joel's "Only the Good Die Young" came on the radio and the tears came down.
Luckily I reached home just as Kieran was opening the garage door, so I could give him the news before he saw her cage was gone. He is all broken up (she was his baby).
A little while later, he asked a great question: "Why doesn't it look like Baci in the box?"
I told him that when the spirit is gone, we can tell that it's absent, even though it is invisible. It brings life and vibrance to the eyes and body.
He was reluctant to bury her at first, but now that he understands that Baci's spirit is already gone, I think he'll be okay with saying goodbye to her body.
She was such a fighter, and last night when she had eaten her millet and climbed up on a perch, I told my husband that for the first time in several days I was allowing myself a little hope. I can't believe she is gone.
Thank you to everyone who gave me support and advice over the past few months of her struggle. It means so much.
Baci. Gone but not forgotten.