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Little Bluey with his Dice
Bluey with (if only for a short time) his best friend Sparky
Little Bluey i am writing this letter with a heavy heart little mate. It's realy an apology not only from me but on behalf of all those people who broke your little spirit and made your story such a sad one. I know i promised you that i'd make you well and that you'd have a wonderful life with me and Sparky, i'm sorry but it was a promise i couldent keep. However another promise i made i can try to keep even if i did make it after you'd gone, that i'd never forget you.
So i'm going to tell your story so perhaps these good people who share our letter will spare a thought for for you and the thousands of others you represent Because for most of your short life you were unwanted and alone.
So hears Blueys story as best as i can work it out. It didn't start off to badly did it little mate you were picked in some fashion by and old lady could have been worse eh. Food, water, clean cage and love i dont know how long it took before it started to go wrong. It must have started slowly but the lady began to suffer from dementia. From what i can make out you got forgoten poor Bluey i dont know how bad it got for you little mate but the lady forgot to feed periodically you so i can only assume that includes water and cleaning exorsise ?. How long did you suffer ? Then along comes her daughter this could have been your saviour, a younger woman two children nice house. If only for you it was when the real hell began. I dont think anyone realy had it in for you but that matters not all you knew was the effect apon your life. I suppose you now got fed and cleaned out on a more regluar baesis but now you had two children under 7, a dog, a cat and a single working mum who never wanted you. So you found yourself prity much on the bottom of the list of prioritys of the only voice of authority in the house.
This next part i was told from the woman herself and she thought it was funny " We had to stick him in a room no his own during the day co's the cat kept trying to get him" Then later " we had to skick him upstairs co's the kids kept knocking his cage over". I assume he was still in it. Then came another admission " sorry he's got no toys but the kids broke em all". And again little mate to do that thay'd have to put there hands into your cage i suppose. She never wanted you but did nothing to find you somwhere were you'd be loved. But she managed to plass you off to her boy friend a single man with two kids under 11 two cats ans a snake. There you where kept alone apart from the times you were brought out for the kids entertainment, the rest of the time you were hoisted up to the ceiling in an attempt to keep the cats away from you. And so your hell is nearly at an end little mate as he passes you no to his mother who has recently split up from me. Thats when i agree to have you with me n Sparky. After a few weeks you came to us and i made my promice to you.
But i didn't know what you'd been through i could see that somthing was wrong with your tummy as your poop was green and sticking to you. Found out some of your life and the vet said you were dieing and it was stress that had caused it. I was determined to get you well i poured over books asked questions on hear. I was a fool little mate i dont know better than a traind vet and eventually i pined them down to a coures of treatment and for this thay had tu weigh you and there apon that trip to the vet you passed away in her hand.
I'm sorry Bluey i was so wraped up in your physical problemsm so used to my other little mates trusting me that in my anger at your treatment and my determination to make you well i had compleatly forgotten that thay'd broke you. That your little spirit had been destroyed. Hands to you must have held so much fear. I'm sorry i put you through that.
When you came to me or rather Sparky i'd never seen a bird so happy to see one of his own kind, for those few short weeks you were happy, you hardly left his side. You'd put your litte head on his back or his chest You'd sleep like that almost pushing him off the pearch in your efforts to get closer to him. And thats where i should have left you. I should have let you live out your last days in comparative happness, at last you'd found a friend.
You never had a chance to shine like Chippy and Rocky you never even had a chance to fight like Skipper, you just had to take everything that came to you. And i'm sorry again little mate for my arrogance and the rest of the human race well at least the ones you got to know.
But i know had you had that chance you'd have been a real good bird little Bluey one of the best. Sparky didn't live much longer than you and i like to think that maybe god took him because you needed him. Hope you still sleep with your head on his chest.
I may not even be able to keep my promice forever is a long time mate but i'll try.
Little Bluey with his DiceBluey with (if only for a short time) his best friend SparkyLittle Bluey i am writing this letter with a heavy heart little mate. It's realy an apology not only from me but on behalf of all those people who broke your little spirit and made your story such a sad one. I know i promised you that i'd make you well and that you'd have a wonderful life with me and Sparky, i'm sorry but it was a promise i couldent keep. However another promise i made i can try to keep even if i did make it after you'd gone, that i'd never forget you.
So i'm going to tell your story so perhaps these good people who share our letter will spare a thought for for you and the thousands of others you represent Because for most of your short life you were unwanted and alone.
So hears Blueys story as best as i can work it out. It didn't start off to badly did it little mate you were picked in some fashion by and old lady could have been worse eh. Food, water, clean cage and love i dont know how long it took before it started to go wrong. It must have started slowly but the lady began to suffer from dementia. From what i can make out you got forgoten poor Bluey i dont know how bad it got for you little mate but the lady forgot to feed periodically you so i can only assume that includes water and cleaning exorsise ?. How long did you suffer ? Then along comes her daughter this could have been your saviour, a younger woman two children nice house. If only for you it was when the real hell began. I dont think anyone realy had it in for you but that matters not all you knew was the effect apon your life. I suppose you now got fed and cleaned out on a more regluar baesis but now you had two children under 7, a dog, a cat and a single working mum who never wanted you. So you found yourself prity much on the bottom of the list of prioritys of the only voice of authority in the house.
This next part i was told from the woman herself and she thought it was funny " We had to stick him in a room no his own during the day co's the cat kept trying to get him" Then later " we had to skick him upstairs co's the kids kept knocking his cage over". I assume he was still in it. Then came another admission " sorry he's got no toys but the kids broke em all". And again little mate to do that thay'd have to put there hands into your cage i suppose. She never wanted you but did nothing to find you somwhere were you'd be loved. But she managed to plass you off to her boy friend a single man with two kids under 11 two cats ans a snake. There you where kept alone apart from the times you were brought out for the kids entertainment, the rest of the time you were hoisted up to the ceiling in an attempt to keep the cats away from you. And so your hell is nearly at an end little mate as he passes you no to his mother who has recently split up from me. Thats when i agree to have you with me n Sparky. After a few weeks you came to us and i made my promice to you.
But i didn't know what you'd been through i could see that somthing was wrong with your tummy as your poop was green and sticking to you. Found out some of your life and the vet said you were dieing and it was stress that had caused it. I was determined to get you well i poured over books asked questions on hear. I was a fool little mate i dont know better than a traind vet and eventually i pined them down to a coures of treatment and for this thay had tu weigh you and there apon that trip to the vet you passed away in her hand.
I'm sorry Bluey i was so wraped up in your physical problemsm so used to my other little mates trusting me that in my anger at your treatment and my determination to make you well i had compleatly forgotten that thay'd broke you. That your little spirit had been destroyed. Hands to you must have held so much fear. I'm sorry i put you through that.
When you came to me or rather Sparky i'd never seen a bird so happy to see one of his own kind, for those few short weeks you were happy, you hardly left his side. You'd put your litte head on his back or his chest You'd sleep like that almost pushing him off the pearch in your efforts to get closer to him. And thats where i should have left you. I should have let you live out your last days in comparative happness, at last you'd found a friend.
You never had a chance to shine like Chippy and Rocky you never even had a chance to fight like Skipper, you just had to take everything that came to you. And i'm sorry again little mate for my arrogance and the rest of the human race well at least the ones you got to know.
But i know had you had that chance you'd have been a real good bird little Bluey one of the best. Sparky didn't live much longer than you and i like to think that maybe god took him because you needed him. Hope you still sleep with your head on his chest.
I may not even be able to keep my promice forever is a long time mate but i'll try.
