Blacksmith
master brummie
May I share this with you all?
We're very sad at the moment because out little Bobby Budgie died last night, but it was such a strange experience leading up to it.
We had Bobby for over 10 years, and he was a wondeful companion. He could talk and his whistling was like that of a canary, because I used to spend ages with him teaching him new words and whistling in different fashions, including my own version of warbling.
In the last three months he was starting to look very old and had stopped talking and singing then, about 6 weeks ago we hit a crisis and thought he would not last the day. Fortunately the vet was able to see us immediately and I carefully lifted him out of his cage and into a shoe box and took him to the vet. The vet thought it was a digestive problem but also said there was what looked to be a growth. He gave him 'medicines' and, miraculously, Bobby picked up, although he never talked or sang again, but would cheep to us.
Yesterday evening he was more vocal than he'd been for a long time and he and I were whistling and responding to each other. We've recently taken to putting his cage on the floor by the french windows, because he enjoyed the sun there and would occasionally come out of his cage and have a walk on the floor. (He stopped flying months ago.) We even put a shaving mirror by the hearth and he used to go and stand by it.
However, something amazing happened. I was sitting at the computer in the adjoining room and he came down the small step into the room, something he never used to do. He then made his way to me and sat on my foot, looking up at me. I put my finger by him and he hopped on and sat for ages with me. Then he climbed up my arm and onto my shoulder and came right up by my face. We spent ages together before I put him back on the top of his cage , but he jumped off and came onto my foot again, asking to be picked up. When I eventually put him back on his cage he climbed back inside and sat on his perch.
When he was well, at night time as we were going to bed, we used to say, 'Goodnight Bobby Budgie,' and he used to cheep back, but since his illness he had stopped doing that. But last night we both said good night to him and he cheeped to both of us.
My wife found him lying on the floor of his cage this morning, but we can't get over how last night he seemed to be saying goodbye to us, as if he knew.
I'm not ashamed to say to say that tears are streaming down my face as I type this. I never knew how attached I could become to a budgie, but he was a real character and agreat companion.
We, and our children and grandchildren, will miss him greatly.
Thank you Bobby Budgie for being such a great part of our family. We will miss you.
We're very sad at the moment because out little Bobby Budgie died last night, but it was such a strange experience leading up to it.
We had Bobby for over 10 years, and he was a wondeful companion. He could talk and his whistling was like that of a canary, because I used to spend ages with him teaching him new words and whistling in different fashions, including my own version of warbling.
In the last three months he was starting to look very old and had stopped talking and singing then, about 6 weeks ago we hit a crisis and thought he would not last the day. Fortunately the vet was able to see us immediately and I carefully lifted him out of his cage and into a shoe box and took him to the vet. The vet thought it was a digestive problem but also said there was what looked to be a growth. He gave him 'medicines' and, miraculously, Bobby picked up, although he never talked or sang again, but would cheep to us.
Yesterday evening he was more vocal than he'd been for a long time and he and I were whistling and responding to each other. We've recently taken to putting his cage on the floor by the french windows, because he enjoyed the sun there and would occasionally come out of his cage and have a walk on the floor. (He stopped flying months ago.) We even put a shaving mirror by the hearth and he used to go and stand by it.
However, something amazing happened. I was sitting at the computer in the adjoining room and he came down the small step into the room, something he never used to do. He then made his way to me and sat on my foot, looking up at me. I put my finger by him and he hopped on and sat for ages with me. Then he climbed up my arm and onto my shoulder and came right up by my face. We spent ages together before I put him back on the top of his cage , but he jumped off and came onto my foot again, asking to be picked up. When I eventually put him back on his cage he climbed back inside and sat on his perch.
When he was well, at night time as we were going to bed, we used to say, 'Goodnight Bobby Budgie,' and he used to cheep back, but since his illness he had stopped doing that. But last night we both said good night to him and he cheeped to both of us.
My wife found him lying on the floor of his cage this morning, but we can't get over how last night he seemed to be saying goodbye to us, as if he knew.
I'm not ashamed to say to say that tears are streaming down my face as I type this. I never knew how attached I could become to a budgie, but he was a real character and agreat companion.
We, and our children and grandchildren, will miss him greatly.
Thank you Bobby Budgie for being such a great part of our family. We will miss you.