CallumConure
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- Apr 10, 2019
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- Parrots
- Callum- GCC Hatchday: October 15th, 2016
(nonparrot friends include rats, a dog, and a few reptiles :))
I didn't know where to post this since this is related to my conure, but at the same time, seems to be a very weird coincidence. I dare say it was like something was watching over me! It includes my dog, but it's not solely about him, so I couldn't put this in the Non-Feathered Friends forum either.
Background:
About two and a half years ago, I lost my best friend; a fourteen-year-old black lab mix named Thumper. Everyone that met him loved him. Everyone I knew was really upset to lose him. I saw more tears (and shed more tears) than I could count. He was so laid back and easygoing. We had a daycare at the time and he loved those kids and tolerated them messing with him. I had adopted him when I was a little kid and I was crushed to lose him my first semester into college (thankfully I stayed at home to be there when he passed). He passed away October 22nd, 2016.
Actual story:
Well, prior to losing Thumper, I had always been casually researching and watching videos on GCCs for a couple of years. I had fallen in love with green cheek conures many, many years ago. I knew I always wanted one, always looked at rescues for fun, but never considered actually adopting one (Not that I could, any that were in rescues were immediately adopted out).
Well, when Thumper died, I took a bit of break. Honestly, that three-month period is a blur. I didn't do drugs or drink or anything, but I was just existing. Life had thrown a curveball at me and had smacked me right in the nose. I didn't know how to react.
Well, around end of November, all the way to early January, I decided I needed to redirect my grief on something else. I wanted to get a bird. In that time period, I refreshed my knowledge on GCCs and scoured rescues near me. Nothing. I decided to then give in and go to a breeder, where I eventually ended up with Callum.
Along with Callum came an adorable little hatch certificate about him, including his band number, his parents, and his DNA test that confirmed he was male. He immediately chose me. As soon as he could, he was leaning against my head, feathers puffed up, eyes half-closed, and looking very pleased with himself to have a cuddle buddy.
One day, upon looking back on Callum's hatch certificate, I noted his hatchdate (I hadn't paid too much attention of it before other than he was a fall baby). He hatched October 15th, 2016. Exactly one week before I lost my beloved dog.
I don't know if this is a major coincidence or if fate made sure I'd have someone to look after me, but people always tell me Callum was meant to be my little baby. I don't doubt them. I just think it's a little eerie that my bird's birthday is nearly the exact date I lost my dog.
Any input is welcome! I love conversations and hearing about eerie stories such a this.
Background:
About two and a half years ago, I lost my best friend; a fourteen-year-old black lab mix named Thumper. Everyone that met him loved him. Everyone I knew was really upset to lose him. I saw more tears (and shed more tears) than I could count. He was so laid back and easygoing. We had a daycare at the time and he loved those kids and tolerated them messing with him. I had adopted him when I was a little kid and I was crushed to lose him my first semester into college (thankfully I stayed at home to be there when he passed). He passed away October 22nd, 2016.
Actual story:
Well, prior to losing Thumper, I had always been casually researching and watching videos on GCCs for a couple of years. I had fallen in love with green cheek conures many, many years ago. I knew I always wanted one, always looked at rescues for fun, but never considered actually adopting one (Not that I could, any that were in rescues were immediately adopted out).
Well, when Thumper died, I took a bit of break. Honestly, that three-month period is a blur. I didn't do drugs or drink or anything, but I was just existing. Life had thrown a curveball at me and had smacked me right in the nose. I didn't know how to react.
Well, around end of November, all the way to early January, I decided I needed to redirect my grief on something else. I wanted to get a bird. In that time period, I refreshed my knowledge on GCCs and scoured rescues near me. Nothing. I decided to then give in and go to a breeder, where I eventually ended up with Callum.
Along with Callum came an adorable little hatch certificate about him, including his band number, his parents, and his DNA test that confirmed he was male. He immediately chose me. As soon as he could, he was leaning against my head, feathers puffed up, eyes half-closed, and looking very pleased with himself to have a cuddle buddy.
One day, upon looking back on Callum's hatch certificate, I noted his hatchdate (I hadn't paid too much attention of it before other than he was a fall baby). He hatched October 15th, 2016. Exactly one week before I lost my beloved dog.
I don't know if this is a major coincidence or if fate made sure I'd have someone to look after me, but people always tell me Callum was meant to be my little baby. I don't doubt them. I just think it's a little eerie that my bird's birthday is nearly the exact date I lost my dog.
Any input is welcome! I love conversations and hearing about eerie stories such a this.
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