aaaaand my bird died. IP: 199.21.85.184 Posted on May 14, 2016 at 07:48:19 PM by Dema
Just to put a cherry on the week from hell.
He was very old – 22 years. We got him when I was 7. I was his person. He was very friendly with most people, but he adored me. I had the magical experience in childhood of a bird bursting into song and stretching his wings out as if to offer me a hug whenever he detected I'd woken up in the morning, or entered the room he was in, or said anything. I tried to take him to college with me, but his swings between agony (when I left for school) and ecstasy (when I came back) made my roommate crazy, and I was worried that he was alone so much more often – at my parent's house, one or both of them was usually there. So I brought him back with me on a break.
And now he's gone and I wasn't there.
I might not be here, either, for a few more days. Replies: