Bruce
I'm not quite sure what to write here, I guess I'm looking for some comfort.My heart is breaking, I would do so much to hear his annoying noises again.
I was hysterical and still crying my heart out .
It's night time here, I haven't buried him yet but the house already feels empty and lonely.
I would miss his loud noises that wake me up everyday and his welcome when I come home from work at night.
I love you, Bruce . I will miss you so terribly.
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I hope Bruce feels your agony.
yes, my parrot, my joy, my companion for many years
Funny , I haven't been here for some time, I logged in and first blog I saw was your per funeral blog.
I just want him to wake up and be loud and annoying.
Bruce was extra special to me, I don't think I will have another one again.
Bruce is an African Grey, 40-60 years life span. He's only 9 years old. He died accidentally and I'm blaming myself for not waking up earlier to check on him.
So sorry to read this today. One has to have owned a pet to understand the loss when they pass and I've lost quite a few over the years.
African greys are amazing creatures ,so intelligent and real chatterboxes. I've met a few in my time and they have always made me smile.
Hugs to you for your sadness.
I am sorry to hear about your loss. I know he was with you for many years.
I know parrots are so intelligent and affectionate too. I do understand how you feel Crazyheart. Let the tears flow.
Nice to see you back but..
Sorry to hear about Bruce!
How old was he? And what did he die of?
Another friend of mine had a parrot and stupidly fed it some parsley which of course is poison to them, and killed it. Painting a room they are in can kill too as well as it kills goldfish.
so sad for Crazy it is nice to have a pet to come home to.
Someone sent me this and I want to share it with you.
The Ship
What is dying?
I am standing in the sea shore,
a ship sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty
and I stand watching her
till she at last fades
on the horizon
and someone at my side says,
'She is gone'.
Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars
as she was when I saw her,
and just as able to bear her load of living
freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her:
and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
'She is gone'
there are others who are watching her coming.
and other voices take up a glad shout -
'There she comes!'
- and that is dying.
We had him for years but had to give him up when coming to Spain.
Fortunately, he went to a large aviary with other parrots.
Never saw him again after that.
Losing a pet is always traumatic when you love them. I never blamed myself funnily enough. I felt it was the circle of life, how things die and new things are born. Spring summer autumn winter and then total death, and then just w hen the earth is alseep, spring again. Obviously not so in Spain but you know what I mean.
I know how you feel. The bond that this intelligent bird builds with his mate (keeper) has is very special indeed.
'George' sleeps in the laundry room and beware if anyone tries to sneak in there when the lights are off. Don;t know where he picked up those words....