Maddy
04-23-2013, 06:55 PM
Weasley and Jacob are together again. They are happily flying through the Rainbow Bridge together.
She's gone. I don't understand or know why. All I know is that she is gone.
My heart is shattered in a million little pieces.
Without Weasley, I'm not totally sure I would be who I am now. If my first bird would have been a mean, stubborn bird, I'm not sure I would have wanted any more. But instead of that, I picked out the perfect one. I remember going to pick her out. It was July 30th 2010. I was going to choose a beautiful white one, but she looked puffy and sick. Instead, I chose one of the adorable blue zebra striped birds. I remember the car ride home with her, we all wanted to peek into the box to look at her. We ate at a drive thru because we couldn't go inside anywhere. I was so excited to get home. When we got home, my aunt and cousin (who were living with us at the time) were excited to see her too. We went into my bedroom to put her in her cage, and my mom picked her up out of the box. That's when I pet her head the first time. Then she was put in the cage. The cage was tiny, white and purple. It only had a swing and a mirror toy in it, but I wasn't the smartest when I first got her. Then of coarse we had to name her. That wasn't the easiest task. I had a list with a few names picked out, Percy, Ginny, Hedwig, Weasley, and one other I can't remember. I wanted to name her Hedwig, but my mom wasn't a fan of that name. My aunt thought Beasley would be good, but I hated that. So we went with Weasley, after Ronald Bilius Weasley, from Harry Potter. After that, I sang to her for a little while, and then put her to bed. The next morning I was not happy at all to have to go to church, I wanted to stay and sing to Weasley. But of coarse I had no choice but to go. I hardy paid any attention to what our Pastor had to say, all I wanted to do was go home. During the next couple weeks I sang to her and tamed her. We bonded and I would carry her around on my shoulder and let her play in my hair. She was such a sweetie. Even after I got three other budgies, one was her mate, she still stepped up and loved me.
On Sunday night, the night before she passed, she was not happy when I took the food dishes out of the budgie cage. She was jumping on the dishes when I took them out, and then she jump in the dish, so when I took it out she was sitting in it. My dad came in the room and took the food dish, I asked her to step up. She did, but she flew right back to the food dish. I finally got her back in the cage, then laughed and told her what a silly bird she was and that I loved her. Then I covered her and said goodnight. And that's the last memory I have of her living. The next time I saw her, she was lifeless. I was so shocked and heartbroken.
I still haven't gotten totally used to seeing only three birds in the budgie cage. I still looked sometimes and expected to see Jacob. Now it's down to two and it's not right. However, I do take some comfort in knowing that Weasley and Jacob are together again.
Weasley was my baby, my best friend, and my teacher. I'll never forget her love and the things she taught me. I will forever be a WeasleyLover.
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She's gone. I don't understand or know why. All I know is that she is gone.
My heart is shattered in a million little pieces.
Without Weasley, I'm not totally sure I would be who I am now. If my first bird would have been a mean, stubborn bird, I'm not sure I would have wanted any more. But instead of that, I picked out the perfect one. I remember going to pick her out. It was July 30th 2010. I was going to choose a beautiful white one, but she looked puffy and sick. Instead, I chose one of the adorable blue zebra striped birds. I remember the car ride home with her, we all wanted to peek into the box to look at her. We ate at a drive thru because we couldn't go inside anywhere. I was so excited to get home. When we got home, my aunt and cousin (who were living with us at the time) were excited to see her too. We went into my bedroom to put her in her cage, and my mom picked her up out of the box. That's when I pet her head the first time. Then she was put in the cage. The cage was tiny, white and purple. It only had a swing and a mirror toy in it, but I wasn't the smartest when I first got her. Then of coarse we had to name her. That wasn't the easiest task. I had a list with a few names picked out, Percy, Ginny, Hedwig, Weasley, and one other I can't remember. I wanted to name her Hedwig, but my mom wasn't a fan of that name. My aunt thought Beasley would be good, but I hated that. So we went with Weasley, after Ronald Bilius Weasley, from Harry Potter. After that, I sang to her for a little while, and then put her to bed. The next morning I was not happy at all to have to go to church, I wanted to stay and sing to Weasley. But of coarse I had no choice but to go. I hardy paid any attention to what our Pastor had to say, all I wanted to do was go home. During the next couple weeks I sang to her and tamed her. We bonded and I would carry her around on my shoulder and let her play in my hair. She was such a sweetie. Even after I got three other budgies, one was her mate, she still stepped up and loved me.
On Sunday night, the night before she passed, she was not happy when I took the food dishes out of the budgie cage. She was jumping on the dishes when I took them out, and then she jump in the dish, so when I took it out she was sitting in it. My dad came in the room and took the food dish, I asked her to step up. She did, but she flew right back to the food dish. I finally got her back in the cage, then laughed and told her what a silly bird she was and that I loved her. Then I covered her and said goodnight. And that's the last memory I have of her living. The next time I saw her, she was lifeless. I was so shocked and heartbroken.
I still haven't gotten totally used to seeing only three birds in the budgie cage. I still looked sometimes and expected to see Jacob. Now it's down to two and it's not right. However, I do take some comfort in knowing that Weasley and Jacob are together again.
Weasley was my baby, my best friend, and my teacher. I'll never forget her love and the things she taught me. I will forever be a WeasleyLover.
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