Yesterday, my sweet little R2 passed on from this plane to the next. While I suspected he wasn't well, I didn't expect him to go so quickly. I had picked up a replacement perch for him since his favorite one broke, when I put it in the cage, I could tell he wasn't himself. He was eating though. About an hour later my mom told me she had heard him falling from his perch repeatedly that morning. At that moment, he fell again. I grabbed the softest towel I could find, wrapped him up in it and for the first time since I've had him, was able to hold and pet him without him trying to take my finger off.
R2 was formerly Blue Bird. I adopted him from a daycare when his mate had died. I got him as a mate for my brother's budgie that I had taken in. Unfortunately, Miss Cuddle Pie left us that same year, but I promised R2 I would let him live out his days with me. I couldn't see putting him through another adoption and shuffling him from another home or having him tormented by children again.
In the 3 years since I've had him, I only recently got him to trust me enough to sit on my finger. I couldn't take him from the cage. I couldn't hold him or pet him like I could Cuddle. I would sit and talk with him daily though. While I feel good that I kept my promise to him, I still feel bad that he's gone. I held him until the end and then I put him with Cuddle. While part of me giggles when I saw 'I lost R2!', but then it's followed by crying and littleness. While I'm happy he didn't suffer long, I'm still sad my little bird is gone.
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