Post by Hezz on Oct 5, 2017 2:48:38 GMT
Sparky passed away on Tuesday, after a sudden loss of almost all use of his feet and legs, over Sunday night and then again Monday night. As I have already documented his last couple of days, this is a eulogy to my little green man, one of the many names I called him.
Sparky when he first came home, as a young boy, with nothing like any human trust in place. I bought him at a bird show; so cute and beautiful, he could not go home with any one else. He escaped his box in the car - luckily we were parked at the time, and all windows were up. Oops!
In quarantine:
Sparky almost immediately hit it off with Bluey, my middle-aged bachelor boy; the two boys could together present a united front against the fearful Smudge. He became best friends with Blue, followed him everywhere, learnt to nibble Vegemite, eat his veggies, and looked after Blue when he became sick with his prolonged fight with his tumour.
The Three Amigos: Sparky, Smudge, Bluey.
A soggy Sparky. He did love a bath, particularly in the leaves, or in his grass.
Enjoying his grass, nomm, nomm.
Sparky was always wary of Mango; Mango set her sights on Sparky right from the beginning, but Sparky was a loyal little friend and his besty by now was Misty. Some of the next few photos reminded me of how chesty he had become .... he did develop a lipoma for a year or two, but then he trimmed down again ... that's another story. Mango insisting on sharing his swing ... this is a very young Mango ...
My son kindly embellished this photo of the flock one Christmas. Sparky is the one in the middle wearing a beard. Why? Because he couldn't keep still that long!
Two years ago he had some sort of similar thing happen as that which took his life this week, but of a much more mild nature. He got strength back in his foot but his wing lifted back up into place. That never stopped him from flying and loving life. I am convinced it was his energetic nature that saw him do his own rehab.
Sparky and Misty hanging off Mango's cage; wherever Misty went, Sparky went too. Misty was quick to take on the affections of Mango and quite prepared to leave Sparky behind, but Sparky was not going to be left! If he were so inclined, he could easily have stolen Mango's affections, that was obvious, but he was all Misty's for better or worse.
Sparky and Misty hanging off Mango's cage:
Sparky was smart, very gentle, tactful in not doing what I wanted him to do, loyal to a fault, cheeky to the max and an absolute gentleman.
Sparky, thank you for sharing your life with me. I like to think of you and Blue, reunited, together standing up to the third Amigo; Smudge. Rest easy, little man. xxx
Sparky when he first came home, as a young boy, with nothing like any human trust in place. I bought him at a bird show; so cute and beautiful, he could not go home with any one else. He escaped his box in the car - luckily we were parked at the time, and all windows were up. Oops!
In quarantine:
Sparky almost immediately hit it off with Bluey, my middle-aged bachelor boy; the two boys could together present a united front against the fearful Smudge. He became best friends with Blue, followed him everywhere, learnt to nibble Vegemite, eat his veggies, and looked after Blue when he became sick with his prolonged fight with his tumour.
The Three Amigos: Sparky, Smudge, Bluey.
A soggy Sparky. He did love a bath, particularly in the leaves, or in his grass.
Enjoying his grass, nomm, nomm.
Sparky was always wary of Mango; Mango set her sights on Sparky right from the beginning, but Sparky was a loyal little friend and his besty by now was Misty. Some of the next few photos reminded me of how chesty he had become .... he did develop a lipoma for a year or two, but then he trimmed down again ... that's another story. Mango insisting on sharing his swing ... this is a very young Mango ...
My son kindly embellished this photo of the flock one Christmas. Sparky is the one in the middle wearing a beard. Why? Because he couldn't keep still that long!
Two years ago he had some sort of similar thing happen as that which took his life this week, but of a much more mild nature. He got strength back in his foot but his wing lifted back up into place. That never stopped him from flying and loving life. I am convinced it was his energetic nature that saw him do his own rehab.
Sparky and Misty hanging off Mango's cage; wherever Misty went, Sparky went too. Misty was quick to take on the affections of Mango and quite prepared to leave Sparky behind, but Sparky was not going to be left! If he were so inclined, he could easily have stolen Mango's affections, that was obvious, but he was all Misty's for better or worse.
Sparky and Misty hanging off Mango's cage:
Sparky was smart, very gentle, tactful in not doing what I wanted him to do, loyal to a fault, cheeky to the max and an absolute gentleman.
Sparky, thank you for sharing your life with me. I like to think of you and Blue, reunited, together standing up to the third Amigo; Smudge. Rest easy, little man. xxx