lupin
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- Feb 14, 2022
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'Rahaa' was a 4 year old cockatiel whom I adopted when he was a 3 months old chick .he passed away 4 days ago on thursday night , I'm sinking in my own tears right now, can't stop thinking about him,I've got the terrible feeling of guilt and sin, because he could've been saved, but I wasn't there to help him ,didn't get the chance to say goodbye to him...
in the past few months due to increasing pressure of work, I have to leave the house and sleep at my workplace and i only can come home once a week, I knew this was so hard for him to stay away from me but i had no other choice. but my mother and sister were always at home with him.
little Rahaa had an illness which no vet could discern the cause, and so couldn't find any cures for him. sometimes on random occasions he started to breathe heavily and rapidly, the only temporary remedy I could find for him which seemed to work (by searching the internet) was to blow warm eucalyptus steams and let him inhale for a few minutes. this usually reduced his problem and he was fine again.
whenever I was about to leave the house, he started to get upset and scream, but on thursday when i was leaving, he just sat there starring at me and i left without saying goodbye to him...
a few hours later his illness comes back and my mom doesn't notice it until its too late, she says Rahaa ate his dinner and went up the drawer to take a nap as always. during this time his breathing starts to go heavy but my mom doesnt notice him, after a while he flies on my mom's laps to let her know he's sick, but it was too late... he dies in my mom's arms afew minutes later due to shortness of breath....
now I feel guilty for not being there for my best friend, while he was always there for me. I think his illness came back because he was depressed, and thinking about this really makes me hate myself, I feel terrible.
he was always wandering about me whenever I was at home, he used to fly with haste to sit on my shoulder and sing happy tunes whenever i got home from work and then he'd start to groom my hair with care, he liked to share food with me whatever was on my plate. every mornings on 8, he used to open his cage with alacrity and jump out just to pull my eyelashes gently with his beak to get me out of bed for his breakfast...
I'll miss you and will never forget you little angel, I'm sorry for not being there for you, please forgive me for not knowing your true value until you're gone.
thanks for reading my story.
in the past few months due to increasing pressure of work, I have to leave the house and sleep at my workplace and i only can come home once a week, I knew this was so hard for him to stay away from me but i had no other choice. but my mother and sister were always at home with him.
little Rahaa had an illness which no vet could discern the cause, and so couldn't find any cures for him. sometimes on random occasions he started to breathe heavily and rapidly, the only temporary remedy I could find for him which seemed to work (by searching the internet) was to blow warm eucalyptus steams and let him inhale for a few minutes. this usually reduced his problem and he was fine again.
whenever I was about to leave the house, he started to get upset and scream, but on thursday when i was leaving, he just sat there starring at me and i left without saying goodbye to him...
a few hours later his illness comes back and my mom doesn't notice it until its too late, she says Rahaa ate his dinner and went up the drawer to take a nap as always. during this time his breathing starts to go heavy but my mom doesnt notice him, after a while he flies on my mom's laps to let her know he's sick, but it was too late... he dies in my mom's arms afew minutes later due to shortness of breath....
now I feel guilty for not being there for my best friend, while he was always there for me. I think his illness came back because he was depressed, and thinking about this really makes me hate myself, I feel terrible.
he was always wandering about me whenever I was at home, he used to fly with haste to sit on my shoulder and sing happy tunes whenever i got home from work and then he'd start to groom my hair with care, he liked to share food with me whatever was on my plate. every mornings on 8, he used to open his cage with alacrity and jump out just to pull my eyelashes gently with his beak to get me out of bed for his breakfast...
I'll miss you and will never forget you little angel, I'm sorry for not being there for you, please forgive me for not knowing your true value until you're gone.
thanks for reading my story.
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