midgewilkins
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- Jan 12, 2015
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A story about my Henry.
I decided to get my baby Henry, a blue english budgie, from a breeder near me, and I loved that little bird more than anything. He was so special to me. He was allowed to fly around the house freely once he mastered the art of flying, and he would always come to me when I called him back. He would sit on my computer while I typed papers and dance to music. He could say a few muffled words and do a few tricks (when he felt like it). He would always chirp when I came home and cuddle into my neck whenever he got sleepy. After having my Henry for about a year, one day I came home from work to find that Henry had passed away in his cage while I was gone. I was so devastated I just held his little body and cried and cried. For weeks I had hated myself and couldn't figure out what I had done to hurt my baby. I still can't figure it out. He was always so playful and sweet and energetic. He didn't get any different treatment than my other two parakeets (a bonded male pair that I rescued who aren't terribly fond of human interaction but love each other). I went over and over in my head anything that could have possibly killed my Henry, but I still don't know what happened to him. No one understood why I was so upset over "a little bird" but he was also my friend. Its been months and I still cry when I think about him or see a picture. I miss having a friend like Henry, but don't know if i should ever get another little bird. I'm afraid. But my heart feels so empty.
It feels sort of freeing to talk about Henry in a place where someone might care since everyone in my life didn't really think much of Henry other than "just a stupid bird" I love you, Henry. I still don't know what to do without you.
I decided to get my baby Henry, a blue english budgie, from a breeder near me, and I loved that little bird more than anything. He was so special to me. He was allowed to fly around the house freely once he mastered the art of flying, and he would always come to me when I called him back. He would sit on my computer while I typed papers and dance to music. He could say a few muffled words and do a few tricks (when he felt like it). He would always chirp when I came home and cuddle into my neck whenever he got sleepy. After having my Henry for about a year, one day I came home from work to find that Henry had passed away in his cage while I was gone. I was so devastated I just held his little body and cried and cried. For weeks I had hated myself and couldn't figure out what I had done to hurt my baby. I still can't figure it out. He was always so playful and sweet and energetic. He didn't get any different treatment than my other two parakeets (a bonded male pair that I rescued who aren't terribly fond of human interaction but love each other). I went over and over in my head anything that could have possibly killed my Henry, but I still don't know what happened to him. No one understood why I was so upset over "a little bird" but he was also my friend. Its been months and I still cry when I think about him or see a picture. I miss having a friend like Henry, but don't know if i should ever get another little bird. I'm afraid. But my heart feels so empty.
It feels sort of freeing to talk about Henry in a place where someone might care since everyone in my life didn't really think much of Henry other than "just a stupid bird" I love you, Henry. I still don't know what to do without you.
. As close as it sounds like you were, I know it's devastating. I've been through it too, as many of us here have. Henry was such a cute little guy. At the right time, I think you will open your heart to another very special bird who needs you as much as Henry did.
