In Memorium
For about the past week our pet budgie was not himself at all. His usual routine of singing in the morning and sitting perched in the window after a few flights around the room was replaced by shivering, and struggling to breathe. On Monday night he passed on. It is a sad time yes, but after watching him not be himself the past week it's almost a relief it is over because it was clear he was not going to get better and there was nothing we could do except wait.
He lived a good life, with plenty of treats and attention. Granted, it's not like having a dog which is much more interactive and requires more time and responsibility, but nonetheless he was a part of this house. He found his place once we moved him downstairs and put him in the window, and would leave the cage on a regular basis by going to look in the mirror on top of the cage. He'd also "knock the monster over", which was a toy he'd knock to the floor by running to the end of the stick he perched on and head-butted the thing to the floor. On good days he'd do it many times. If I were downstairs and I'd hear the monster hit the floor, I'd go up and put it back for him. Maybe it was torture? In any case, it kept him stimulated and gave him something to do which was important.
Included are two pictures, when on one of the rare occasions he got brave and decided to take a real long flight. He never went too far from the cage, but on this day Darcy got home and couldn't find him. She eventually did of course, and took pictures she called "Budgie on a Stick." I don't know how, but you may notice he perched on the "C" string, which is the thickest and lowest-pitched one on the instrument. Kind of perfect, since we often joked about him liking the bass-drivin music I'd play the most while cooking or whatever.


