Death Of A Pet

Pets are a gift to us all, they do so much for all of us and expect very little in return. They love us unconditionally, they keep us good company when we are lonely, they comfort us in times of sadness or illness. They are a part of us and a member of our family. Sometimes we get wrapped up in our own little world and tend to forget to pay them more attention than we do, or take them for granted that they are with us. We just assume that they are always going to be with us from one day to the next and we never seem to expect that like human beings, that they do get sick and they don't last forever.
Two weeks ago I had to put my parakeet that I dearly loved to sleep. He was truly a joy to have around. He was a talker. He was a total riot! He even picked up a few cuss words from me around football season of this year. When I heard him say "Jesus Christ." I knew it was time to watch my language. I also called him my sound effects bird. He would mimic the noise of the typing keyboard as I typed at my computer, and in addition to that, he made the noise of the microwave, the alarm clock, he sneezed, he coughed and he even picked up my laugh. One day I noticed that he was having problems with one of his little legs and he was dragging it. I quickly made him an appointment at the vet. I breathed a sigh of relief when the vet told me that he didn't think there were any broken bones and that he thought it was just a sprain. I took him back home and he started to get better. About two weeks after that he started to drag his little leg again, this time it was much worse and to the point that he couldn't even sit on his favorite swing. He had stopped talking and whistling and just hung out in the corner of his cage. I immediately took him back to the vet. When I left my apartment to take him to the vet, I had this sick feeling inside that I would not be returning back home with him.
My vet examined him and told me that he had a tumor. I asked her to take an x-ray just to make sure, as I was hanging on to the hopes that there was something wrong with his little leg, and I was prepared to go to any lengths of expense to have her fix whatever was wrong with his leg. She came back in the room with the x-ray and gave me the bad news and showed me his x-ray where the tumor was located. I immediately started to tear up and my heart fell down to the floor. "How much time does he have?" I asked.
"Less than a month." She told me.
I sat in the chair and just looked at her, my eyes welling up with more tears at that point.
"I can send you home with some pain medication to help make him more comfortable and you can have some more time with him? She suggested. "Or you can put him to sleep."
She then told me about the process of how they would put him to sleep.
"I'll give you some time to think about it." She said as she walked out of the examination room.
I sat back in the chair and stared into the cage and wept. My poor sick bird staring at me through the bars of his cage. I sat there for ten minutes and came to the decision that I would just bring him back home with me. He stared at me with sad eyes and tried to walk around the bottom of his cage. His little leg flopping all over the place. It was then that I thought to myself, "how selfish of me, how could I think that by taking him back home with me that it was going to benefit him and make him feel better, I'm doing this for my benefit so that I will feel better and not for him, this is so unfair for me to even think this way." "I don't want to let him go, but he is so sick and I know I don't want him to suffer anymore." "I have to set him free, I have to let him go."
The door to the examination room opened up and the vet came in to check on me to see what my decision was. I told her that I wanted to take him home, but I also did not want him to suffer anymore. She shook her head yes. I then told her that I wanted to have him put to sleep.
"I think you're making the right decision." She said. "Why don't you spend some more time with him?" She said.
I couldn't even talk at that point, she left the room once again and I got up out of the chair and stood in front of his cage looking in at him and crying my eyes out. I started talking to him.
"I'm sorry Oreo." "I'm going to miss you, but I need to let you go now." "Thank you for being my bird and my friend." "I'm going to miss you so much." He just stared at me with his little eyes, then he got up from the corner of his cage and hobbled to the very front of his cage where I was standing. I leaned my head in closer to him. He leaned forward and put his beak through the bars of the cage and gave me a kiss. It was like he had understood every word that I had just said to him and he knew what was happening. The door to the examination room opened up, it was the vet. I told her to take him, that I had to leave right that second because if I stuck around there I wouldn't be able to walk out of there. She had another cage that she had brought in to put him in. I took him out of the cage and gave him one last kiss goodbye. He let out a little squawk then gave me another peck on my lips as if to say, "goodbye," "thank you for being my owner and taking good care of me, and thank you for setting me free."
It's true what they say, "you don't know what you've got until it's gone." I miss him so much, he was a little bird but the amount of love he gave was more than you could ever imagine. He made me so happy and made me laugh when I was feeling low, he was a true friend that I will forever miss, and I'm so grateful that he belonged to me and he was a part of my life.
The littliest things in life can make the biggest difference.
Jenn

Reality Television

This is my first entry in my blog. I don't know about anyone else but I love these reality t.v. shows that are on. I have my personal favorites, like Criss Angel Mindfreak, Paranormal State, Intervention, Gene Simmons Family Jewels, Bret Michael's Rock Of Love. Then there are the other reality shows where I just can't seem to understand why I like them. Is it because I don't have enough stinkin drama in my own life that I have to dig into somebody elses drama??? Who knows, but tonight I heard one of the funniest lines of all time when i was watching one of the reality shows I had on. I won't mention which show but I will only quote the line from the show that one person said to another person on the show. It went something like this.

Here is the scene:

Two girls sitting in a room talking, the first girl turns to the second girl.

First girl: What are you going to do?

Second girl: I don't know, but I'll be damned if I'm going to live in hell!


ROTFLMAO! Yeah, now that really makes sense! "I'll be damned if I'm going to live in hell!"