I've come to the conclusion that three years is a long time.
That's about how long we had Lucky bird.
He was our first pet and it's hard to remember life before him.
He liked to get scratches from us.
He liked to explore holes.
He liked getting his millet seed in the morning.
He liked chewing on things he wasn't supposed to.
He liked flying to us when he wanted attention.
He liked the feel of metal surfaces.
Tragically, the last one was fatal.
I was in the middle of lunch on Sunday when I decided to close the bathroom door, since Chester likes to go in and get into trouble. What I didn't know was that Lucky was in the hinges of the door, intrigued by the metal.
As I shut the door I heard a squawk. Lucky flew out into the living room and on to the floor. It looked like his wing was broken. I tried to pick him up but he was behind a chair so I couldn't quite get him.
He went for safety behind the side of our couch. When he came out the other end he had blood all over his beak. I picked him up in my hands. It seemed like he was probably choking on his blood and there was nothing I could do.
His eyes slowly closed half way, then all the way. He died in a matter of seconds.
In my hands.
It was the worst.
We buried him Monday in his box that he loved to climb into. A piece of bamboo from his old bird tree we made marks the spot.
We loved the bird very much, and it will be hard to be without him. Kirby misses him, but we are doing our best to keep him busy.
Thanks to everyone who has passed on their condolences. Nobody really has to leave any more in the comments unless you have any fond memories of him (her) you'd like to share.
Posted by alangage at July 17, 2007 10:03 AM
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Andy and Aimee-- I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. Losing a pet is always hard. Big hugs. Always remember the good times.
Posted by: Rua at July 17, 2007 10:49 PM
Lucky was a good bird. I remember he was very alert and smart-- like Tweety was when he was young. You guys provided a great home for him, which is all that you can do. However short his life, I know he enjoyed it.
Posted by: Jon Langager at July 18, 2007 04:12 PM
I was always impressed at how intelligent and personable Lucky was. It amazed me that such a little bird could have such a bug personality. I remember that metal can that he loved to play in - walking around in it, licking the sides. Always exploring. He had a great home and great parents. And now you have 3 years of memories instead of none.
Posted by: woodsie at July 19, 2007 01:44 PM
oops... big personality, not "bug" personality.
Posted by: woodsie at July 19, 2007 01:46 PM
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