I can’t even remember the topic I had been considering to use today. Grief always has a way of washing away any coherent thought. When pets pass away, it’s always the worst. I feel like our sweet companions touch our hearts so strongly despite their short time on this Earth.
Mango was 11 years old when she came into my life. A friend of my ex-husband needed to rehome her and I had been wanting a bird badly. I grew up with a Quaker parrot and dealt with birds often through the Chehaw Park, where I volunteered during the summers of my middle school and high school days.
Funnily enough, her previous owner said that she was a male. I remember a few months into owning Mango, she was laying on the bottom of her cage and wasn’t moving around much. I thought she was sick or dying so I took her to the vet. There couldn’t find anything wrong with her. The next next day, she laid an egg. And then we knew that Mango was a girl. She’d never laid an egg before for her previous owner, so I took that as a sign of approval.
She lived to be 21 years old. She travelled across the country with me many times, visiting my family and friends. She loved popcorn, but was not above sharing other crispy treats. She just liked to be in your presence, whether it be at the computer or while watching or reading something interesting. She loved a hot steamy shower almost as much as she loved a warm fire during Winter.
This afternoon when she cried out and started to stumble on the bottom of her cage, I knew. It makes my heart sick, but I can at least say that she passed away in my hands. My SO helped me mourn her and she had a burial on the hill under a cairn. Near where we buried my other rabbit, Jethro.
She was loved. She will be missed. I know there were many of my little friends waiting for her on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. Thank you for reading. Apologies if my posts within the next few days are a bit sad.
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