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I've been so busy lately. Working. Doctor's appointments. Classes. Trying to get everything ready for baby while being exhausted.
It helps a little; helps keep my mind elsewhere. But it doesn't make me forget.
I hear her voice sometimes. I can't always tell if it's Jingo mimicking her, or if it's my imagination. Sometimes it's comforting. Other times it's haunting.
It's the little things that remind me she's gone. When I go to get this week's chop near the end of the week and I see the veggies that have gone bad. I'm not used to feeding just two birds. I have to retrain myself on how to make the right amount of food.
I find myself missing the small things that you don't really think about when they are still here. The things you think you couldn't possibly miss, like walking on wood chips, or seeing 80% of a nutriberry thrown to the floor, or hearing an alarm call when a squirrel passes by, or having to change out a toy that lasted a day and a half. I miss weird things like holding a bowl of chop until my arm is tired because she wouldn't eat it away from her cage otherwise.
I find myself ashamed and guilty when it crosses my mind that things are perhaps a little easier without her; no separate cage times or worrying about someone getting hurt.
But I'd gladly take the difficult over the easy any day if someone would give me a second chance.
There isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't enter my thoughts. It's been about a month and I every time I think I am okay, and moving on, I get hit with the truth that I really am not. People ask me if I want another bird, another mini. I know I don't right now. I don't know if I ever will. How do you get another of the same species and not compare it to the slice of perfection that you had?
Sorry for the rambling. I just miss her.
It helps a little; helps keep my mind elsewhere. But it doesn't make me forget.
I hear her voice sometimes. I can't always tell if it's Jingo mimicking her, or if it's my imagination. Sometimes it's comforting. Other times it's haunting.
It's the little things that remind me she's gone. When I go to get this week's chop near the end of the week and I see the veggies that have gone bad. I'm not used to feeding just two birds. I have to retrain myself on how to make the right amount of food.
I find myself missing the small things that you don't really think about when they are still here. The things you think you couldn't possibly miss, like walking on wood chips, or seeing 80% of a nutriberry thrown to the floor, or hearing an alarm call when a squirrel passes by, or having to change out a toy that lasted a day and a half. I miss weird things like holding a bowl of chop until my arm is tired because she wouldn't eat it away from her cage otherwise.
I find myself ashamed and guilty when it crosses my mind that things are perhaps a little easier without her; no separate cage times or worrying about someone getting hurt.
But I'd gladly take the difficult over the easy any day if someone would give me a second chance.
There isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't enter my thoughts. It's been about a month and I every time I think I am okay, and moving on, I get hit with the truth that I really am not. People ask me if I want another bird, another mini. I know I don't right now. I don't know if I ever will. How do you get another of the same species and not compare it to the slice of perfection that you had?
Sorry for the rambling. I just miss her.