Last Wednesday, I was getting ready for my drive to school and Sylvester, my cockatiel, was chirping up a storm demanding attention.
I love him to bits, but that morning I was already running late. I put him on my mom's shoulder as I sometimes do, and continued getting ready for school.
The next thing I knew, my mom was screaming "SYLVESTER" out the front door. She'd opened the front door while he was sitting on her shoulder to investigate a strange sound she heard, but something scared my bird (the sound, again?), and he jumped. I wasn't anywhere in sight or he most likely would have flown to me, because he usually doesn't take his eyes off me if I'm not the one beneath his talons. I ran downstairs and outside and in the general direction of the wind as fast as I could, but the wind was so strong, and it was so cold, and he was nowhere to be seen. I screamed so loud. I couldn't stop crying. At the time, I couldn't fathom how someone could be so stupid.
It's been 7 days since he's gone. We put up several Lost Bird listings and notified as many animal rescues and hospitals and Facebook groups as possible, especially ones focusing on areas that the wind might have taken him. Since then, it's been below freezing most nights and in the past two days, it's snowed 10 inches. My hopes of getting him back are... minimal. And we were just starting to really get him on a pelleted diet. I was so excited for him. And now he's gone.
I've forgiven my mom (who, based on how cold she is with me, still hasn't forgiven herself), but I'm still having such a difficult time coping... I've had parakeets in the past, but they were from PetCo. Not that I didn't love them, but the PetCo near us doesn't handle their birds, so their parakeets were rather disinterested in us humans.
My years with Sylvester, however, have been some of the best years of my life. Birds that are raised properly are capable of showing so much affection towards their human companions. And when you adopt them at such a young age and have the privilege of watching them grow, there's just that much more attachment on your end, as a bird parent. I never thought I would love a bird this much before Sylvester. He brought me so much joy. He was such a silly little guy and he loved to have so much fun. I loved him from the very moment I met him in September when he was just over two months old. And as time went on, my love for him just grew stronger. I would spend hours upon hours with this bird. If he wasn't cuddling with me or playing with my hair, he was sitting on my shoulder and telling me all sorts of bird stories. He liked to mimic running water, and the piano, and the microwave. Mornings, he would be so excited to be freed from his cage, and he would greet me with kisses...
There are some days when I think, "surely someone's found him by now." Other days are more like, "there's no way he could survive this. Not with this weather." Some days I just look at his pictures or watch videos of us together. I miss him so much. I just don't know what to do or how to cope.
There are no more birds in this house, and the silence is sickening. At least once a day, I'll look over to his cage eager to take him out and spend time with him because, just for a moment, I forgot he wasn't there. One of the very difficult things about losing a bird is not having closure. I never know if I should stay hopeful or accept this very difficult loss.
I've begun to realize that I need a bird in my life. Since about yesterday, I've been considering looking into options for getting another cockatiel in a couple of months. But I can't just "replace" Sylvester. I feel guilty even thinking about adopting another sweet baby birds. Those of you who have lost will understand this feeling, I'm sure. There's just so much pain. And I just don't know how to cope.
Sylvester would have been 4 years old on June 26th. Just 4 years old...
Attached are two pictures: One of Sylvester as a baby (taken the first day I got him), and one of him as an adult (a few years later).
EDIT:
I joined these forums mainly to ask about a behavioral issue I was having with Sylvester several months ago. Sylvester would usually kiss me in the morning, but instead, I was being met with hostility. I was mostly concerned that he might be sick. I never updated the thread, but if anyone's interested, the issue didn't last long. After a few weeks, everything was back to normal and he was as sweet as can be, even trusting me more than ever.
I love him to bits, but that morning I was already running late. I put him on my mom's shoulder as I sometimes do, and continued getting ready for school.
The next thing I knew, my mom was screaming "SYLVESTER" out the front door. She'd opened the front door while he was sitting on her shoulder to investigate a strange sound she heard, but something scared my bird (the sound, again?), and he jumped. I wasn't anywhere in sight or he most likely would have flown to me, because he usually doesn't take his eyes off me if I'm not the one beneath his talons. I ran downstairs and outside and in the general direction of the wind as fast as I could, but the wind was so strong, and it was so cold, and he was nowhere to be seen. I screamed so loud. I couldn't stop crying. At the time, I couldn't fathom how someone could be so stupid.
It's been 7 days since he's gone. We put up several Lost Bird listings and notified as many animal rescues and hospitals and Facebook groups as possible, especially ones focusing on areas that the wind might have taken him. Since then, it's been below freezing most nights and in the past two days, it's snowed 10 inches. My hopes of getting him back are... minimal. And we were just starting to really get him on a pelleted diet. I was so excited for him. And now he's gone.
I've forgiven my mom (who, based on how cold she is with me, still hasn't forgiven herself), but I'm still having such a difficult time coping... I've had parakeets in the past, but they were from PetCo. Not that I didn't love them, but the PetCo near us doesn't handle their birds, so their parakeets were rather disinterested in us humans.
My years with Sylvester, however, have been some of the best years of my life. Birds that are raised properly are capable of showing so much affection towards their human companions. And when you adopt them at such a young age and have the privilege of watching them grow, there's just that much more attachment on your end, as a bird parent. I never thought I would love a bird this much before Sylvester. He brought me so much joy. He was such a silly little guy and he loved to have so much fun. I loved him from the very moment I met him in September when he was just over two months old. And as time went on, my love for him just grew stronger. I would spend hours upon hours with this bird. If he wasn't cuddling with me or playing with my hair, he was sitting on my shoulder and telling me all sorts of bird stories. He liked to mimic running water, and the piano, and the microwave. Mornings, he would be so excited to be freed from his cage, and he would greet me with kisses...
There are some days when I think, "surely someone's found him by now." Other days are more like, "there's no way he could survive this. Not with this weather." Some days I just look at his pictures or watch videos of us together. I miss him so much. I just don't know what to do or how to cope.
There are no more birds in this house, and the silence is sickening. At least once a day, I'll look over to his cage eager to take him out and spend time with him because, just for a moment, I forgot he wasn't there. One of the very difficult things about losing a bird is not having closure. I never know if I should stay hopeful or accept this very difficult loss.
I've begun to realize that I need a bird in my life. Since about yesterday, I've been considering looking into options for getting another cockatiel in a couple of months. But I can't just "replace" Sylvester. I feel guilty even thinking about adopting another sweet baby birds. Those of you who have lost will understand this feeling, I'm sure. There's just so much pain. And I just don't know how to cope.
Sylvester would have been 4 years old on June 26th. Just 4 years old...
Attached are two pictures: One of Sylvester as a baby (taken the first day I got him), and one of him as an adult (a few years later).
EDIT:
I joined these forums mainly to ask about a behavioral issue I was having with Sylvester several months ago. Sylvester would usually kiss me in the morning, but instead, I was being met with hostility. I was mostly concerned that he might be sick. I never updated the thread, but if anyone's interested, the issue didn't last long. After a few weeks, everything was back to normal and he was as sweet as can be, even trusting me more than ever.
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