It will be two years that my little princess has been gone (yes, "she" is a "he"). I always referred to Zoey as a girl, not because of her name, but how she acted. I never once saw her display male behavior. She roosted, demanded to be fed and preened. She was also just as bossy as any female budgie I know.
Zoey was my first bird. I remember getting her. It was a very irritating night with my then boyfriend. I wanted to get a bird, I had for a while. He did not want me to get one. I won the argument (or course
) and we went to Petco. There were so many budgies there. The one I wanted was chirping louder than the rest, sitting right at the front of the cage. After purchasing her, we drove home. I held onto her box, I could hear her little feet scratching around.
It did not take her long to become used to us. Eventually she got comfortable enough to snuggle under my chin. I used to kiss her little "grape" head. Zoey loved to preen my eye lashes. She never once bit me until the end. Zoey became ill quickly. She was having trouble breathing, she would click. I knew she was sick and it hurt so bad to watch her suffer. I took her to the vet, there was not much that could be done. She had hid whatever she had for so long, by the time we noticed it was too late. We tried to comfort her as best we could in her last weeks.
On the morning of December 28, 2011, Zoey was found at the bottom of her cage. She must have passed during the night. Fredrik was in a panic, he didn't understand. He kept calling her and calling her. I buried her in the backyard, under our flagpole. She was buried with a Fred feather and a Sammy feather. I wrote her a note telling her how much she meant to me and how I'll always love her. Tomorrow before leaving I will put flowers on her grave as I did the day she died, and one year ago.
Zoey, I love you.
-Mommy
And now I am crying.
Zoey was my first bird. I remember getting her. It was a very irritating night with my then boyfriend. I wanted to get a bird, I had for a while. He did not want me to get one. I won the argument (or course
) and we went to Petco. There were so many budgies there. The one I wanted was chirping louder than the rest, sitting right at the front of the cage. After purchasing her, we drove home. I held onto her box, I could hear her little feet scratching around. It did not take her long to become used to us. Eventually she got comfortable enough to snuggle under my chin. I used to kiss her little "grape" head. Zoey loved to preen my eye lashes. She never once bit me until the end. Zoey became ill quickly. She was having trouble breathing, she would click. I knew she was sick and it hurt so bad to watch her suffer. I took her to the vet, there was not much that could be done. She had hid whatever she had for so long, by the time we noticed it was too late. We tried to comfort her as best we could in her last weeks.
On the morning of December 28, 2011, Zoey was found at the bottom of her cage. She must have passed during the night. Fredrik was in a panic, he didn't understand. He kept calling her and calling her. I buried her in the backyard, under our flagpole. She was buried with a Fred feather and a Sammy feather. I wrote her a note telling her how much she meant to me and how I'll always love her. Tomorrow before leaving I will put flowers on her grave as I did the day she died, and one year ago.
Zoey, I love you.
-Mommy
And now I am crying.
I share your pain. Two years on 12/20. Wishing you happy memories that make you smile 
