R.I.P. Pippin
Although we all knew it was coming, poor Pippin didn’t make it through the day. Last night he was still eating, and still eager to spend time with us, but his energy levels were really low and his breathing was much more laboured than usual. This morning he seemed the same as he had been for the past few days (sick and miserable), but on my return home from work I found he was resting at the bottom of the cage, lying flat and tranquil as if only asleep.
He is at peace now - no more suffering for you now, little guy. He will be buried under a tree at Mum & Dad’s place, the same tree little Bobby was buried under just over seven years ago. Last night we wheeled his cage into the kitchen so he could be with us during dinner, and both my housemate and I spent some time with him on our hands and snuggled up to us. I think he knew he was loved until the end.
Mum came around and she had a cry too and there was lots of hugs and tea. We got some take away for dinner (mmm . . . Afghani food. So warm and spicy and comforting), and Mum brought around some chocolates so we ate some of those too.
I know he will be dearly missed by all who met him, and there will never be another Pippin. He was always so bubbly and chirpy - permanently happy - and lived by the motto: “YAY!!! STUFF!!!!!”
I will get another bird in the future - the house is just so empty and quiet without a feathered presence, it’s just not a home - but I know the new little one will not replace Pip, but will be somebody new altogether with their own unique personality, mannerisms and stuff to get excited about.
(And with only 2 and half hours to go until NaNoWriMo kicks off, I suspect my piece will now take a much more maudlin direction than first intended. An inauspicious start indeed.)
He is at peace now - no more suffering for you now, little guy. He will be buried under a tree at Mum & Dad’s place, the same tree little Bobby was buried under just over seven years ago. Last night we wheeled his cage into the kitchen so he could be with us during dinner, and both my housemate and I spent some time with him on our hands and snuggled up to us. I think he knew he was loved until the end.
Mum came around and she had a cry too and there was lots of hugs and tea. We got some take away for dinner (mmm . . . Afghani food. So warm and spicy and comforting), and Mum brought around some chocolates so we ate some of those too.
I know he will be dearly missed by all who met him, and there will never be another Pippin. He was always so bubbly and chirpy - permanently happy - and lived by the motto: “YAY!!! STUFF!!!!!”
I will get another bird in the future - the house is just so empty and quiet without a feathered presence, it’s just not a home - but I know the new little one will not replace Pip, but will be somebody new altogether with their own unique personality, mannerisms and stuff to get excited about.
(And with only 2 and half hours to go until NaNoWriMo kicks off, I suspect my piece will now take a much more maudlin direction than first intended. An inauspicious start indeed.)