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It's been a year, give or take some weeks, since Sage died, and there's not a week that goes by that I don't miss him. I haven't been at my parents' house enough to remember in my muscle memory that he's not there. I expect his shriek every time I open the door and the alarm chimes, and every time I set the alarm. I hear phantom chirps and chuffs and remember it's the AC, or something outside, but it's not Sagey.
Yesterday I went back out into the arroyo to look for the stone under which I'd like to bury Sage and Sasha, if my mom is ok with it. Sage never went there with me, except maybe once in a travel cage, but Sasha and I used to sit out there and watch the sunset sometimes. I think it's a nice place for them.
I just want another parrot so bad, but I can't have one where I am now. And I have the two cats. But there's just… I guess you don't get used to being without something you had for ten years very quickly, especially when you lose it suddenly and unexpectedly. It just still makes me so sad.
Yesterday I went back out into the arroyo to look for the stone under which I'd like to bury Sage and Sasha, if my mom is ok with it. Sage never went there with me, except maybe once in a travel cage, but Sasha and I used to sit out there and watch the sunset sometimes. I think it's a nice place for them.
I just want another parrot so bad, but I can't have one where I am now. And I have the two cats. But there's just… I guess you don't get used to being without something you had for ten years very quickly, especially when you lose it suddenly and unexpectedly. It just still makes me so sad.