Hello everyone.
1,5 years ago you all welcomed me into this community when I had questions about my new lovebird. Thanks to your advice, all has been well. Because of that I did not feel there were many reasons to post here - sorry about that. There's only so much I can share about my beautiful bird, but I did enjoy lurking the forum for posts and updates from your birds.
Sadly, my lovebird has died. My wife and I did not realise we could love a pet as much as we did. Alas, our love and care did not stop it from dying. After some deliberation and friendly suggestions from other bird owners I know (and the shop), we bought our bird a 'happy hut' for the coming winter cold. Jellybean (my beautiful baby bird) was about to lay eggs again. So you know the little rascals - they nibble and destroy everything!
While we were gone for a saturday (which we hardly ever do, we prefer to stay the weekends home with our bird out of the cage), she apparently destroyed the inner lining of her hut (I refuse to henceforth call them 'happy huts') and got her foot stuck in the lining. When we got home, she was hanging out hut with her eyes closed. My wife remarked how the brat was in a funny sleeping position, even weirder than normal (which is normally pretty weird). I immediately was alarmed - normally she instantly wakes from sleep upon our arrival to greet us with her trademarked and patented "hatchoo!" sound, which she only does when we enter after some time away.
Her eyes remained closed. It was obvious that she had died.
This is by far the worst thing that has happened to me. Ever. I feel guilty, broken and I'm in immense pain. If only I did not buy that stupid hut. If only I was home this saturday like all saturdays.
As I write this, I realise I'm being egotistical. I'm writing here because I need sympathy and love from the only community of people who could understand what I'm (or we're) going through. My wife struggles with depression, but Jellybean was always a ray of sunshine for her. I'm more emotionally stable, but today I'm broken. Jellybean was attached to me. She could sit for hours in my hand and allowed me to endlessly pet her with my nose.
No more.
If you read this, please love your birds even more than you already did. Give them my love and take good care of them. They're special, and they deserve it. Please enjoy your time with your lovebird and realise that even if they can be real brats, you are their whole and entire world. I wish I still could.
1,5 years ago you all welcomed me into this community when I had questions about my new lovebird. Thanks to your advice, all has been well. Because of that I did not feel there were many reasons to post here - sorry about that. There's only so much I can share about my beautiful bird, but I did enjoy lurking the forum for posts and updates from your birds.
Sadly, my lovebird has died. My wife and I did not realise we could love a pet as much as we did. Alas, our love and care did not stop it from dying. After some deliberation and friendly suggestions from other bird owners I know (and the shop), we bought our bird a 'happy hut' for the coming winter cold. Jellybean (my beautiful baby bird) was about to lay eggs again. So you know the little rascals - they nibble and destroy everything!
While we were gone for a saturday (which we hardly ever do, we prefer to stay the weekends home with our bird out of the cage), she apparently destroyed the inner lining of her hut (I refuse to henceforth call them 'happy huts') and got her foot stuck in the lining. When we got home, she was hanging out hut with her eyes closed. My wife remarked how the brat was in a funny sleeping position, even weirder than normal (which is normally pretty weird). I immediately was alarmed - normally she instantly wakes from sleep upon our arrival to greet us with her trademarked and patented "hatchoo!" sound, which she only does when we enter after some time away.
Her eyes remained closed. It was obvious that she had died.
This is by far the worst thing that has happened to me. Ever. I feel guilty, broken and I'm in immense pain. If only I did not buy that stupid hut. If only I was home this saturday like all saturdays.
As I write this, I realise I'm being egotistical. I'm writing here because I need sympathy and love from the only community of people who could understand what I'm (or we're) going through. My wife struggles with depression, but Jellybean was always a ray of sunshine for her. I'm more emotionally stable, but today I'm broken. Jellybean was attached to me. She could sit for hours in my hand and allowed me to endlessly pet her with my nose.
No more.
If you read this, please love your birds even more than you already did. Give them my love and take good care of them. They're special, and they deserve it. Please enjoy your time with your lovebird and realise that even if they can be real brats, you are their whole and entire world. I wish I still could.
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