Post by aspenswhisper on Mar 14, 2017 19:53:43 GMT
In Memory, Aspen Jo ***** 2015-2016
I had just come back from my cabin, extremely excited to see Aspen, as I had not seen her for a day. I assumed she would be excited to see me. When I went to my bedroom, what I saw was not expected. It was Aspen, lying motionless on the floor of her cage. My heart started pounding and I ran into the bathroom. I washed my face and took deep breaths while telling myself, "I'm seeing things, Aspen is perfectly fine."
I walked back into my bedroom, hoping Aspen would start chirping excitedly. But there was nothing. She was still lying on the floor of her cage, stiff as a board. I burst into tears immediately. I had thought I would never get a bird again.
Now, whenever I see her grave (Often) tears still escape my eyes. But now I know it is time. She died Sunday, November 22, 2016. I know it is time to move on. I don't want to, but I feel that Aspen wants me to. She wants me to be happier and move in. It will be difficult, but I've started saving for my next parakeet.
Was Aspen sick? Maybe. Was Aspen depressed? I don't think so. Did SOMETHING happen to her, anything? Maybe. But I don't know what. Please wish me luck on my next bird journey, which will hopefully be a much longer than Aspen's. However, at least I know that she was happy here on Earth.
I had just come back from my cabin, extremely excited to see Aspen, as I had not seen her for a day. I assumed she would be excited to see me. When I went to my bedroom, what I saw was not expected. It was Aspen, lying motionless on the floor of her cage. My heart started pounding and I ran into the bathroom. I washed my face and took deep breaths while telling myself, "I'm seeing things, Aspen is perfectly fine."
I walked back into my bedroom, hoping Aspen would start chirping excitedly. But there was nothing. She was still lying on the floor of her cage, stiff as a board. I burst into tears immediately. I had thought I would never get a bird again.
Now, whenever I see her grave (Often) tears still escape my eyes. But now I know it is time. She died Sunday, November 22, 2016. I know it is time to move on. I don't want to, but I feel that Aspen wants me to. She wants me to be happier and move in. It will be difficult, but I've started saving for my next parakeet.
Was Aspen sick? Maybe. Was Aspen depressed? I don't think so. Did SOMETHING happen to her, anything? Maybe. But I don't know what. Please wish me luck on my next bird journey, which will hopefully be a much longer than Aspen's. However, at least I know that she was happy here on Earth.
