My 8 year old lovebird died a few days ago.
His name was sherbet but the nicknames include: chicken, rodent, animal, (the) bird, birdhead, mango, weirdo… And because of that, now everything reminds me of her
I held his body in my hand cried for hours. We went to gradma’s yard with my brother to burry him, I broke down crying while digging so my little brother finished it for me.
Our home is just too silent without him, I miss him so much
Fly high sherbert
I lost my green cheek a few years back, the silence was so loud. I had never sobbed like that before I lost him
Aww, I’m really sorry to hear that
I’m sorry for your loss. He looks very cute in that photo. May his memory be a blessing.
What a beautiful companion, I’m sorry for your loss. Just by how you talk about him I can tell he lived an exceptional life and was very loved. Thank you for sharing, his memory will live on.
I hope you allow yourself to really feel and process this, it’s still quite fresh and you had something special.
“What is grief but the persistence of love?”
Birds are great. I used to have one but my landlord asked me to find it a new home. 😟
You should tell your landlord to find a new home
tenant’s unions FTW
Proof that even God reuses textures
Is it really worth it?