greencheek
Checking out the neighborhood
- Joined
- 9/11/22
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- Kim
Hello everybody,
As I'm sure everyone loves birds as much as I do I wanted everyone to know about a special bird named Valentina. But as she called herself "Tina" for short and would be chirping her own name the moment I walked in the door. She was a very special, cheeky green cheeked conure and I loved her so much. She was my little bean and I wish we could of been together longer. She died and It's been a few weeks since her extremely unexpected death.
If anyone has any insights into birds dying unexpectedly I'd like to hear. I've paid for a necropsy and I'm awaiting results... The worst part is I am overwhelmed by not only grief but guilt. As she had died in the care of someone I had trusted to watch her when I was away for two days. They had assured me over and over that she seemed perfectly fine and that she simply was dead on the bottom of her cage when they returned from work. I got the phone call when I was 3 hours away. I never felt grief like that. I still remember the phone call. I just dropped to my knees and cried "why, why, why" I had her for 6 years and she died in the matter of two days of someone else's care. I couldn't sleep for days and I kept waking up in tears screaming how and why. Seeing her lifeless body as I came home from my drive was the worst night of my life. I wasn't even there for her when she died. She died alone without me. Her beak still smelled like strawberries.
It still upsets me so much. We had such a special bond and she just loved to be loved more than anything. She was so mischievous and always wanting attention. I truly believed we could talk to eachother as she would nod her head when happy and say phrases such as "thank you!" When I cleaned her poop and how she would say "good" when I have her treats. She knew all sorts of words like peakaboo, who's a pretty girl? Who's a baby girl? I loved when I would keep her cage next to me at night and I would hear all her words as she cooed herself to sleep. She loved kisses. She let me hold her on her back and be rocked to sleep. She loved getting up close to my face and snuggling right there.
Her death has been so hard on me I feel guilty all the time for ever leaving her. For not understanding why or how. I wish I could know so I could at least have some sort of closure. The first week was so hard I couldn't contain my rage. I had actual rage in the fact that something could be taken from me so quickly. My family thought I need actual psychic help because I couldn't stop screaming out of pain asking "why" to no one. I love her so much it will never go away. I want more people to about Valentina. I don't want people to forget her. I feel sad that I am forgetting things. She loved to dance and sing the most.
As I'm sure everyone loves birds as much as I do I wanted everyone to know about a special bird named Valentina. But as she called herself "Tina" for short and would be chirping her own name the moment I walked in the door. She was a very special, cheeky green cheeked conure and I loved her so much. She was my little bean and I wish we could of been together longer. She died and It's been a few weeks since her extremely unexpected death.
If anyone has any insights into birds dying unexpectedly I'd like to hear. I've paid for a necropsy and I'm awaiting results... The worst part is I am overwhelmed by not only grief but guilt. As she had died in the care of someone I had trusted to watch her when I was away for two days. They had assured me over and over that she seemed perfectly fine and that she simply was dead on the bottom of her cage when they returned from work. I got the phone call when I was 3 hours away. I never felt grief like that. I still remember the phone call. I just dropped to my knees and cried "why, why, why" I had her for 6 years and she died in the matter of two days of someone else's care. I couldn't sleep for days and I kept waking up in tears screaming how and why. Seeing her lifeless body as I came home from my drive was the worst night of my life. I wasn't even there for her when she died. She died alone without me. Her beak still smelled like strawberries.
It still upsets me so much. We had such a special bond and she just loved to be loved more than anything. She was so mischievous and always wanting attention. I truly believed we could talk to eachother as she would nod her head when happy and say phrases such as "thank you!" When I cleaned her poop and how she would say "good" when I have her treats. She knew all sorts of words like peakaboo, who's a pretty girl? Who's a baby girl? I loved when I would keep her cage next to me at night and I would hear all her words as she cooed herself to sleep. She loved kisses. She let me hold her on her back and be rocked to sleep. She loved getting up close to my face and snuggling right there.
Her death has been so hard on me I feel guilty all the time for ever leaving her. For not understanding why or how. I wish I could know so I could at least have some sort of closure. The first week was so hard I couldn't contain my rage. I had actual rage in the fact that something could be taken from me so quickly. My family thought I need actual psychic help because I couldn't stop screaming out of pain asking "why" to no one. I love her so much it will never go away. I want more people to about Valentina. I don't want people to forget her. I feel sad that I am forgetting things. She loved to dance and sing the most.