Aug 2018
They told me you weren't hand tamed.
But we proved them wrong.
After three days, you were fluttering to my finger
From half the room away.
Quickly though, you slowed down, and grew unsteady.
In those last moments, you looked at me, trusting me to help you.
But I couldn't. I didn't know how.
I passed you off to the doctors,
in the hopes that you could be cured.
They did what they could,
but in the end,
I only succeeded in making your last moments a mystery to me.
Were you scared? Calm? Vengeful? Understanding?
I will never know.
They brought you back in, so we could say good bye.
Your eyes stared at me, unblinking.
Gently, I reached to close them.
But each time, they sprung open once more.
Defeated, I covered you, so you could have peace.
Why did you journey so far to meet us,
o passing angel,
only to say good bye?
But we proved them wrong.
After three days, you were fluttering to my finger
From half the room away.
Quickly though, you slowed down, and grew unsteady.
In those last moments, you looked at me, trusting me to help you.
But I couldn't. I didn't know how.
I passed you off to the doctors,
in the hopes that you could be cured.
They did what they could,
but in the end,
I only succeeded in making your last moments a mystery to me.
Were you scared? Calm? Vengeful? Understanding?
I will never know.
They brought you back in, so we could say good bye.
Your eyes stared at me, unblinking.
Gently, I reached to close them.
But each time, they sprung open once more.
Defeated, I covered you, so you could have peace.
Why did you journey so far to meet us,
o passing angel,
only to say good bye?
On Tuesday night, August 7th, we bought a young green budgie, and we named him Pico.
Over those short few days, he grew from being afraid of our hands and fluttering about to escape them to seeking us out and flying to us of his own volition.
On the evening of August 12th, only five days afterward, Pico suffered from a seizure due to a pre-existing neurological condition. Despite making it to the ER, Pico ultimately succumbed, and stopped breathing.
We were devastated.
I told his story here, because no one else can. I will miss him and love him forever.
RIP, Pico. 2018
Over those short few days, he grew from being afraid of our hands and fluttering about to escape them to seeking us out and flying to us of his own volition.
On the evening of August 12th, only five days afterward, Pico suffered from a seizure due to a pre-existing neurological condition. Despite making it to the ER, Pico ultimately succumbed, and stopped breathing.
We were devastated.
I told his story here, because no one else can. I will miss him and love him forever.
RIP, Pico. 2018
