This has not been a good year for pets. Our dwarf hamster of 3 1/2 years died back in November of old age. Our gerbil had a stroke at the beginning of the year. (How do I know such a little creature had a stroke? I actually took her to the vet to try to save her. Yes, I took our gerbil to the vet.)
This morning I woke up and our parakeet, Huck, had died overnight.
Not a great picture but he didn’t pose well for me. I am so upset. Huck was mine. The kids never paid much attention to him. I changed his food, I changed his water, I cleaned his cage, I spritzed him with a water bottle every once in awhile so he could take a little shower. I stood at his cage whistling and chatting trying to teach him to talk – which he never did. Some people have said that was crazy. Parakeets don’t talk. But I’ve read that they do. You just have to work with them a lot.
I stood there with my hand in his cage for 10-15 minutes stretches a few times a day, trying to get him used to it so he’d use my hand as a perch. He never did. But, he did stop flipping out every time I opened the cage door to change his food/water, so we had progress, it only took a year to get that far.
He wasn’t a baby when I got him. But I thought for sure he’d have a few years left. He wasn’t a rescue per say because he wasn’t abused or in a parakeet mill or anything, but this older lady on ReUseIt was getting rid of the parakeets her kid had left at her house and we kind of rescued Huck because she said if there were no takers he’d go to the shelter. They don’t euthanize birds do they?
Man, I miss the sound of him whistling and making funny little chirps while I blog in the morning. We’d whistle back and forth with each other.
The first thing I do when I get up is stop and talk to Huck. When I got up this morning, I went to his cage and he wasn’t on his perch. I looked down and there he was. Just laying there.
The circle of life stinks.
Life stinks period right now.
His cage is so empty. 
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