"Athena, come here! What's this thing moving around at the bottom of the cage?!" my mama called to me from the other room. I came to look what she was talking about. It was a baby lovebird! One of Peaches and Creme's eggs had hatched! I was so excited, for as many birds as I had had, I'd never had a newborn (I was about fifteen at the time; I had had birds since I was five)! So, how exactly did the egg get out from under Peaches? Maybe the baby wiggled around to much. I wasn't an experienced bird breeder, so all we had was a basket for the mother to lay her eggs in. But one hatched! As I held the little newborn in my palm, I felt a sense of deep love and pride. My grandbaby! I put the little chick back in the basket, but it seemed that the mother Peaches neglected it. (My uncle said the lady at the pet shop had taken the babies to raise herself from the parents, so perhaps there was a lack of experience from the mother and father?) Worried that the baby was going to starve, I bought some baby bird formula from the pet store. "Boychick (I got the name from the movie Balto, Boris calls Balto 'boychick in one part. I figured that since I didn't whether it was a boy or girl or not, "boy-chick" seemed like a good nickname for the time being. The name stuck, so we kept it. Little did I know that "boychick" meant 'young boy'. Oh well.) hated the stuff, but I made him eat it. I took care of him from then on. I even tried to teach him how to walk, I was so proud when her first flew. When his feathers finally started growing in, I seen that he was a lovely lutino!
Since he was taken out a lot, he became very tame. He would sit one papa's (R.I.P. Papa-I love you very much) shoulder for a very long time...
He was a really quirky fellow. He would sit with me and mama while we played games (he liked to play with the dice). He would always be so kind and loving. He never bit us.
In March of 2009, we noticed that Boychick wasn't his usual chipper self. We were very worried about him, as we loved him very much. He seemed lifeless, and always tired. He would cry out in what seemed like pain when his leg was touched with a little pressure. Hoping that he would get better, we waited. When late March came around, he still didn't seem any better; in fact, he'd gotten worse. On the night of March 25th, I desperately looked online for a nearby Avian Vet. We found a place, and decided to take him there that very night (morning I should say, it was almost midnight). It was cold and rainy, so I put him in a little cardboard box to keep him warm and dry. I called him my precious little cargo.
When we got inside, the vet took him for observation. she came back about a half hour later, stating that he was indeed very sick. He seemed to have gout (I didn't even know a bird could get gout). We couldn't afford the recommended full treatment (cost over $1000). Just for the checkup and a couple meds was over $300. So she told us to give him the meds twice a day and bring him back in a week. When we got home, my mnid was somewhat relieved. We had taken him to the vet, the gave us meds....he'd be fine within a couple of weeks. I set up a special cage for him-everything lowered so that could reach it. I even had to separate him from his father (his mom had passed on). I put him in the special cage and observed him. He didn't look so good...he looked worser still. About a half hour later, he started to have what appeared to be seizures. Must have been a reaction to the meds. Whether or not it was the meds....or the seizure (perhaps it had broken his kneck?) he passed on a few seconds later. I cried out in agony, "Oh, no! Mot my Boychick! Not my precious baby Boychick! Why?! Why?" My mama phoned the vet to let her know that I wouldn't be coming back with him for a checkup. The vet heard my cries in the background, and apologized for my loss.
About a week later, I received a sympathy card from the Vets office. It was card with many lovely pet parrots on the front, and inside was one of the most touching poems I had ever read.
~~***At Rainbow Bridge***~~
By the edge of the wood, at the foot of a hill,
is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
when their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land they wait and they play,
till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
the time of their parting is now over at last.
The sadness they felt while they where apart,
has turned into joy once once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
and then, side by side,
they cross over...together.
As I read it out loud in front of my parents, tears ran down my face. Even though the poem seemed to talk about a dog or cat, it understood what it was trying to say. I will always miss my little bird, as I miss all of my loved one that have passed on; but I know in my heart that we will meet again someday.