Bubble, one of my pet birds, is sick.
He started having seizures 2 days ago on Friday night.
He was weak and has a hurt foot.
Apparently the stress of being in a tiny cage for 3 weeks has made him a bit sickly.
Taking him to the vet today.
Hoping for the best.
He wasn't paralyzed, only shaking.
Took him to the vet about 40 miles away.
They just gave him a shot and said to hope and pray.
So we did.
We took as much care of him as we could.
We fed him through a dropper and wrapped him in towels.
I hope he's gonna be my little miracle and live.
I come home from school to find him sleeping in the box.
He looked scruffy, the feathers ruffled into all directions.
He was still a bit warm.
I poke him, thinking he was only asleep. But I already knew.
Mom and I burst out crying.
He went so fast, I didn't even have time to say goodbye.
Mom said the last time she saw him alive, he was barely moving. Only one eye open.
Every time I hold his limp, lifeless body, I get this weird jolt.
It's like a feeling inside me that bubbles up. Even looking at him...
So sad. He was too young to die.
He's in a better place.
I swear, I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye.
The first time I saw Bubble's ghost hunched on top of the blinds.
The second time he was flying out of the laundry room toward the ceiling fan.
The other birds are acting a little weird, too.
They probably know that Bubble is gone.
One of them acted like she was talking to Bubble.
Dad claims to have seen Bubble in the cage.
I can almost feel him here, strongly around the cage.
R.I.P Bubble. Tuesday, February 24th. 3:00 PM CST. I hope you're happy in budgie Heaven. :') I miss you already. </3
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