It's with a heavy heart that I am writing this.
It was just a month ago that I bought Rocky. He was just ~2 weeks old.
I tried my best to look after him, rushing home during lunch time to feed him, cleaning his cage...
As he grows and develops his feathers, I grew more confident together with him. I thought I have been doing a good job catering to his needs.
He loves to cuddle and is especially sticky to me. He chirps when I leave my bedroom, reaches home, and whenever I'm near him.
Soon, he learns how to fly. Happily fluttering around the living room, he lands and gets close to all my family members.
Just last night, he was still his usual active self, playing with us, chirping happily.
But this morning, to my dismay, he was laying quietly at one corner of the cage. I picked him up and his whole body was soft and without strength. He tried his best to chirp, but it was very soft. I quickly wrapped him in a handkerchief to keep him warm, while I searched for the nearest avian vet.
But I was too late. He had saved his last breath to bid us goodbye. Rocky has left us.
We will miss you dearly Rocky.
May you live blissfully in heaven.
Our home is never the same without you.