Velveteen’s funeral wasn’t quite at Dawn. We took my Step Daughter to school then came back to the house to put her to rest. (With the posts taking place a few days ago… My today is Friday, but this should post on Sunday.) My SO helped me dig the hole. We have a small hill by the drive way where my bunny, Jethro, and my cockatiel, Mango, have been buried. It’s hard to dig because of the plants and rocks, but the rocks also serve to help prevent anything digging something up. Our pupper was keeping me company while we dug.
It still hurts so bad. I just lost Mango last month and now Velveteen has left me as well. I lamented and mourned so much in yesterday’s post so I won’t go into it anymore. I’m just glad I was able to lay her to rest. She was in a peaceful position in the end.
I let everyone that knew my happy lil bun about her passing, which included my mother. She texted me back this morning to let me know that our Quaker Parrot, Murphy, had to be put down this morning. So when it rains, it pours. Our Quaker was a present from a family friend after my Dad had a stroke when I was in 3rd Grade. He was a “get-well-soon” gift that ended up bonding with my Mom far more than my Dad.
He fell and broke his leg so he had to be euthanized. 😭 He was a grouchy little fellow. Not much of a cuddler, but he was such a talker. He learned most of his phrases from me and mimicked my voice the most. “Whatcha doin’?” “Is it good?” And he sand the Addams Family theme song so well. Such a little ball of feist.
The scar on my bottom lip is from him. He was making kissy noises at me one day when I was a kid. I leaned in to kiss him and he bit me! I don’t blame him. At one point I’d accidentally pinched his toe while shutting his door cage. I took it as a sign of revenge. One of our family traditions used to be going to Daytona for Thanksgiving (Turkey Rod Run) with my Dad’s 1956 Chevy Belair. We took Murphy with us the first year we had him.
First of all, never travel with your birds. Urgh. I’ve never had a good time travelling with them. He was very loud and ended up disturbing our neighbors at the hotel. I just remember distinctly the incident where my Mom snuck him up to our hotel room. She had him in her purse and we were in the crowded elevator. Murphy stuck his head up out of her purse and looked around before loudly shouting, “WHATCHA DOIN?” I still don’t know how we didn’t get kicked out. From then on, family vacations usually involved the Quaker and the our Dalmatian, Gretchen being boarded at the vet.
I don’t have pictures yet, but I’ll be working on my pet memorial box soon. It used to be just Jethro, but I had to add Mango pieces. Now that I need to add things for Velveteen, I realize it’s way too small. Once I get that all sorted out, I’ll post a picture. Until then, thanks for reading. I’m so sorry that the last few posts have been so depressing…
I’ll try some Opposite Action to dig myself out of this funk.