NightEule5
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- Apr 4, 2017
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- Phillip - Green Cheek Conure (RIP)
I haven't been on here for a while. I've been meaning to post this for a while, but couldn't find the words.
It's been a little more than 2 weeks since Phillip died. We don't know the cause, as we never had a necropsy done. He was only with us for a week, and I still miss him. His cage is still sitting exactly how it was when he died.
He had a very unique personality. He did what he wanted and didn't like when people tried to get him to do anything else. He would fly to someone, and if anyone else tried to pick him up he would lift his wings and squawk in protest. He loved to sit on my brother's laptop when he was playing games (he loved the heat coming out of the vents). When siting on the laptop, when I tried to scratch his head he would get sassy with me and say, "no" in his own way. He always knew exactly where the treat bag was, however hard I tried to hide it he'd always find it and try to get into it. He loved tearing up newspaper, he'd never play with the toys in his cage. Just the newspaper in the bottom.
To say I haven't been depressed would be lying. Even though I only knew him for a week, we bonded instantly. He was fine the day before, and the next day he was gone. I'm atheist which makes it all the more depressing.
He helped me with my mental health within days of getting him. My sleep schedule was getting better, I thought I'd be able to go off my anti-depressants. Now I don't know what to do.
The breeder has been really supportive. She said that when I'm ready for it she'd like to offer me another. I don't think another parrot could ever be the same, and I'd feel guilty about it anyway.
I don't mean to get everyone down. Snuggle your parrots for me!
It's been a little more than 2 weeks since Phillip died. We don't know the cause, as we never had a necropsy done. He was only with us for a week, and I still miss him. His cage is still sitting exactly how it was when he died.
He had a very unique personality. He did what he wanted and didn't like when people tried to get him to do anything else. He would fly to someone, and if anyone else tried to pick him up he would lift his wings and squawk in protest. He loved to sit on my brother's laptop when he was playing games (he loved the heat coming out of the vents). When siting on the laptop, when I tried to scratch his head he would get sassy with me and say, "no" in his own way. He always knew exactly where the treat bag was, however hard I tried to hide it he'd always find it and try to get into it. He loved tearing up newspaper, he'd never play with the toys in his cage. Just the newspaper in the bottom.
To say I haven't been depressed would be lying. Even though I only knew him for a week, we bonded instantly. He was fine the day before, and the next day he was gone. I'm atheist which makes it all the more depressing.
He helped me with my mental health within days of getting him. My sleep schedule was getting better, I thought I'd be able to go off my anti-depressants. Now I don't know what to do.
The breeder has been really supportive. She said that when I'm ready for it she'd like to offer me another. I don't think another parrot could ever be the same, and I'd feel guilty about it anyway.
I don't mean to get everyone down. Snuggle your parrots for me!