Yesterday I lost my little JellyBeans..
I think he had a heart attack. He was on my shoulder helping me feed all the fish, and he fell off. I grabbed him and he was making an awful noise with his mouth open, so I went to find a piece of blanket to wrap him in so he would be more comfortable. As he lay in my hand and I started to wrap the blanket around him, he died. Just like that.
On December 4, 2014, a neighbor came pounding on my door with this little guy. He had been out on his own for at least 3 weeks that we know of. Of course I took him in. The 1st few days he would eat his pellets, drink drink drink, then go up into his tent and sleep about 3 hours. Wake up…repeat.
She brought him to me about 3pm, and 12 hours later I woke up to a horrendous thunderstorm and torrential rain. All I could think as I lay in my bed listening to the storm was “thank you, God, for bringing this baby to me today”.
No idea how old he was, but he was an adult. And after a few days he started chattering and trilling. All day. Every day. Such a happy little guy. I loved him.
Now the house is quiet. Even his friend, PNutButters has been quiet. They used to chatter together. He hasn’t eaten and is being very quiet. I’m playing some YouTube of Budgies and he will chatter occasionally. Not much, yet.
He is buried in the rose garden under St Francis with my Lovebird, Max. Fly free now, boys. And know that you will be always in my heart…