I was quite happy as I entered my house. I had recieved the CD player in the mail that I was giving some unles of mine as a present. My mom's car was outside and I thought she was still here so I got pissed after 20minutes of yelling for her to wake up (i thought she missed work or something). My dad called and told me that she had been planning a trip to Canada to see her mom and had left..none of this was told to me...not really bad or anything...it just through off my guard for what about to be told to me.
I had lupita for about 6-8years. She was my best friend, however having a cockateil as a friend may be. I taught her to sing. Every mornign she would hell her tail off if I didn't take her upstairs and take ashower with her. I would put her on the shower-curtain bar and she would sing endlessly amidst the steam as I took a shower. The I would bring her downstairs, and she would sing while I got dreseed.
In the evening she would always be glad I got home an start whistling at me and be quite talkative. I taught her to almsot talk and she would go on endlessly while I watched TV or was on the internet.
Food and lupita provided loads of laughs. Whenever I was eating she would manage to find her way to me and beg for food. There is nothing funnier than a bird munching on a dorrito twice her sized, and hse aways made me laugh. SHe even got picky too. I would give her only dorritos and no bread, and she would get pissed and yell at me until I gave her bread and then water.....heh...I guess I taught her to be demanding and crave attention.
She was a beautiful ittle bird. she used to love to sing, to chase me around likea dog, up flights or stairs and such. Hell, I had taken her outside many times and she never left my side.
Fast foward to today. My dad tells me he has bad news. No one tells me that they have bad news for me...they jsut spit it out. They know better. The only time anyoe tells me they have bad news is when someone has died. My mom told me she had bad news when my best friend in elem. school was murdered and when my grandmother died of alzherimers.
Today my step dad told me that he had badnews. He accidentally killed my bird. he said that it was an accident and that he had accidentally sat on her when he came from work (250+lb) and that once he realized what happened she ws already dead. I guess it was quick and hopefully not to painfull, but I told him that I wasn;'t mad and just sad....
regardless of what you lose, you end up losing apart of yourself as you have invested time and effort into the relationship.
she would have been on my shoulder as i wrote this....
<--in tears.....my day is ruined...dammnit..everyone always dies on me at the worst time
I'll psot a video of her singing if someone wants to host
I got a host.....here is the video...Truely, there was not a song more fitting for her to sing to , this, the only time she was on camera
I had lupita for about 6-8years. She was my best friend, however having a cockateil as a friend may be. I taught her to sing. Every mornign she would hell her tail off if I didn't take her upstairs and take ashower with her. I would put her on the shower-curtain bar and she would sing endlessly amidst the steam as I took a shower. The I would bring her downstairs, and she would sing while I got dreseed.
In the evening she would always be glad I got home an start whistling at me and be quite talkative. I taught her to almsot talk and she would go on endlessly while I watched TV or was on the internet.
Food and lupita provided loads of laughs. Whenever I was eating she would manage to find her way to me and beg for food. There is nothing funnier than a bird munching on a dorrito twice her sized, and hse aways made me laugh. SHe even got picky too. I would give her only dorritos and no bread, and she would get pissed and yell at me until I gave her bread and then water.....heh...I guess I taught her to be demanding and crave attention.
She was a beautiful ittle bird. she used to love to sing, to chase me around likea dog, up flights or stairs and such. Hell, I had taken her outside many times and she never left my side.
Fast foward to today. My dad tells me he has bad news. No one tells me that they have bad news for me...they jsut spit it out. They know better. The only time anyoe tells me they have bad news is when someone has died. My mom told me she had bad news when my best friend in elem. school was murdered and when my grandmother died of alzherimers.
Today my step dad told me that he had badnews. He accidentally killed my bird. he said that it was an accident and that he had accidentally sat on her when he came from work (250+lb) and that once he realized what happened she ws already dead. I guess it was quick and hopefully not to painfull, but I told him that I wasn;'t mad and just sad....
regardless of what you lose, you end up losing apart of yourself as you have invested time and effort into the relationship.
she would have been on my shoulder as i wrote this....
<--in tears.....my day is ruined...dammnit..everyone always dies on me at the worst time
I'll psot a video of her singing if someone wants to host
I got a host.....here is the video...Truely, there was not a song more fitting for her to sing to , this, the only time she was on camera
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