My sweetest boy Patrick has flown to the rainbow bridge this morning.
I woke up and went to the cages. He was at the bottom of the cage, lying face down. I did not understand if he was dead or if he was suddenly sick. He was right next to the food boxes.
My poor little Patrick had a blackened cere and had blood in his beak. I dont know what happened to him. He was happily hopping around and singing last night. I even laughed at his significant chirp again because he created this "machine gun" chirp which was his signature chirp. But this morning my puffy egg boy, my little egg with a cap, my sweetest angel is gone.
My sweet Patrick was the gentlest budgie I have had. He was pushed out of the nest box when he was a baby and he still had not weaned properly when he was at the pet shop. I fell in love with him and convinced my boyfriend that Patrick was the budgie he was looking for as his first budgie. He learnt how to crack seeds and how to fly from his buddy Alex who is two months older than him. Patrick was also suffering from a respiratory infection when I got him, so I visited vet after vet to find a solution. Finally my Patrick boy get better and started chirping slowly and he liked singing so much.
He trusted me and my boyfriend very much, so whenever we needed to take him to the vet with another bird, he would hear our voice and calm down and start chirping to calm the other bird down. Whenever we offered a new food, he would watch us and go for it because he knew he could trust us. The others always followed him when it came to new food.
He had a mate, Mel, who became too bossy towards him but he took her bites, her aggressive behaviour no matter what and he was still very gentle to her. When Mel passed away, he became friends with Vicky who later became his new mate, and now she is looking for him.
My Patrick boy was the most loving budgie I have had. He welcomed every new member of the flock and he always sang to everyone and his mate.
Now he has flown to reunite with his Mel, Osman, Frank and the others he had not met in his life.
My sweet boy, my Patrick boy, my egg boy, my machine gun boy! I hope you did not suffer in your last moments. I wish I was there to comfort you, tell you that we would meet again and your friends were waiting for you, there was nothing to be afraid of.
I hope you know I have loved you so much since the second I saw you in that small shop, I hope you know how much love and joy you brought to our lives and I hope you know that one day mummy will be there with you. I will have my babies all over me without any fear of their illnesses, without any worries.
Here is my funny little boy talking to the camera when I was away for some seminars. My boyfriend had set the camera for me to see my babies and as always, Patrick explored that device and delivered a serenade for mummy with his face huge on my screen.
Here is my Patrick with my Mel.
Rest in peace my Patrick boy. Mummy is thinking of you.