You and I weren’t exactly best mates, but I always admired your fierce spirit, your courage, your fighter attitude and your resilience. You almost died once, when you were barely 1, caught by a dog.
When we got you, you were an angry little bird, always on edge and ready to peck. Not scared of anything or anyone. You even attacked Dino (the noisy miner) back!
Isabella was your best friend: she managed to turn you into a calmer bird. She gave you all the love she could give, she cared for you and held you close. You were her muse. She even painted a portrait of you, where you look like you’re in bird heaven.
What happened to you was a series of unfortunate events (egg-binding it’s called, apparently), and nature was against you. In 7 years you never laid any egg. And the one time you do…it kills you!
An emergency vet tried to save you yesterday, but you needed an avian vet to try and operate on you and even then, your condition was so life-threatening that the odds weren’t in your favour.
This morning we were supposed to take you to an avian vet, but at 6.40 I heard you flapping your wings faintly, but with the last strength you could have. I took you in my hands, held you against my chest, only to hear your little heart slowing down more and more. Your eyes were looking for a friendly face to comfort you, so I told you I loved you, I told you you were not alone. You died in our hands, before we could even try our last chance.
I asked myself if I could have foreseen this, if I could have done better, to save you. I am full of regrets and what ifs.
You left a big void, Charlie. You will be greatly missed 😥
You are now buried under a plant that carries your name.
R.I.P. dear Charlie (31.10.2015 – 15-01-2023)
