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Your Pet Loss Stories

'I Miss My Bird So Much'

Missing Birdie
by: Mango's owner

I am really sorry about pinky. My own bird died recently and I am really sad and miss him. Please give your Birdie one last kiss.

I had a cockatiel
by: Anonymous

My cockatiel had recently escaped and flew out, she was going to return when birds chased her away, it's been a few days and I keep waiting. I keep thinking that she is going to return when I know it is too late now. I search but I get my hopes up all the time after realising it is another bird. I hope she is safe and happy even though I know the chances of that are low. I know this is random and too late but I just wanted to share.

I miss my bird so much!
by: Roné

It's now a week, since my bird died. My cockatiel, Loki. I cleaned the house last week Saturday and used a bathroom cleaner that affected his lungs and he couldn't breath, I rushed him to the vet, where they gave him oxygen, but as soon as they gave him an antibiotic injection he died. I am so heartbroken. I never realised that he was my best friend, I would spend every moment possible with him.

He flew out when he was 1 month old, I didn't think his little wings could do much distance, to my surprise he flew off! I searched all afternoon, walked down all the roads in my area and miraculously found him in a tree. He was my little miracle, I really thought he would pull through! I miss him sooo much! My baby!

Literally struggling to move on, google searched "I miss my bird so much" found this website with that exact words. Feels a bit better to know that someone else also knows about this pain! Thank you <3

Rest in peace my sweet baby
by: Anonymous

I lost my cockatiel unexpectedly three days ago and am devastated. I can't stop crying. I see his feathers in the house. I keep expecting him to land on my shoulder or hear him say "whatcha doing." I just want him to come back. He left too soon.

He was 5 years old. He was supposed to live into his twenties. I spoiled him with a huge cage, every toy in the world, fresh veggies every day, treats, and took him to the vet for check ups. Then he dropped dead and we don't know why but the vet thinks it was a heart attack. I am not doing well. I miss him so much.

It's ok to be sad
by: Anonymous

It's ok to grieve he was your mate.. I lost my ockie boy 13 year cockatiel and was devastated. I never felt so much pain in all my life and it didn't stop. Three months on and I still think about him every day and have a cry.

For ages I swear I could hear his chirp. I'd walk inside and say gday ocksta then realized he was gone.. it was horrible. I had dreams about him.. everything. I guess the biggest shock was when he got sick unexpectedly and I had to put him down. For everyone who has lost a pet and had to make that choice is very sad but always remember you did it for the right reasons.

I had my boy cremated and he is always with me.. I still love him and wish he was here.

Big hugs, Mike

Letting Go
by: Anonymous

I recently found a baby robin, featherless with its eyes still closed. I believe that it was about three days old. It was in the middle of the road near a park where I ran twice a day. It was a miracle that the baby wasn't run over my a car or otherwise injured. I didn't see a mother robin around and could not find a nest, so not knowing what else to do, I took it home with me. It was very weak, just holding on to life. I knew it wouldn't have survived much longer if I hadn't brought it home.

Once I got it settled and fed, I tried to find a bird rehabber in my area but none of them were accepting new birds, or at least not ones that weren't endangered species. One told me that robins were considered "pest" birds, not worth the trouble. Well, I didn't think of the little bird that way and wanted to give it a good chance at life. So I decided to take all my vacation time and spend it raising a baby robin.

I fed it every 15 minutes from dawn to dusk. Robins don't feed their young at night. That's a lucky thing too because by the time dusk rolled around every day, I was totally exhausted. The little bird sucked all my time and energy and became my entire life. That first time I fed it, I had to pry its tiny beak open to put in cat food puree with an eye dropper. It didn't seem scared of me after that first feeding, once it realized what I was trying to do for it. Fifteen minutes later I got a very enthusiastic open mouth. About an hour or so, it made its first peep. That's when I knew we would both be okay.

The little bird turned out to be so smart, so curious, and very endearing to be around. I just fell in love! I tried to give it a varied and healthy diet- but meal worm and grape smoothie was its favorite. I figured I could always toss out my blender after.

Somehow I raised a big strong healthy juvenile robin. When it could fly and feed itself finally, I decided to release it at the park where I run. I took it in its sleeping box to a bench and sat. Then took the lid off. The bird hopped up onto the side of the box and just sat statue-still for a long time staring at me. We sat there together for maybe ten minutes or so, then suddenly the robin flew away.

I wasn't prepared for how hard letting it go has hit me. I hung around the park for three days afterward with worms and grape slivers just in case it was having trouble finding enough, but the bird never approached me for food. I did see it once. I whistled to it and it tilted its head listening then flew off again in the other direction, as if to say, "I'm fine! Stop worrying already!" I know I did the right thing releasing the robin back into nature. I certainly never intended to keep it any longer than strictly necessary.

All the same, my heart is truly broken. I can't run in the park anymore. I can't go there without searching for a glimpse of my little robin and listening for his peep. My house and my life have never felt so empty. That said, if I ever find another bird in need, I'll do the same thing again without a second thought. It was a magical experience having a personal relationship with a little part of nature and the wild. I feel like I grew spiritually as the baby bird grew up physically. I have no doubt that both of us are now better for the experience we shared. Once I can think about the robin without crying, I'll be fine.

I know what it feels.
by: Fred

I'm 13 almost 14 years old. When I was 5 my gardener was the best friend I had, we farmed together and one day he died, he was very poor and old, and his wife brought a bird 4 or 5 months after he died, saying that she dreamed that he wanted me to receive a bird. She died today. I'm devastated just as you are. She lived the triple of what was expected, and I am completely devastated. I don't know what to so, I keep checking her cage to see if she is there even though I buried here with all my love. I hope to see her in Heaven someday.

Pinky
by: jean

Dont feel like you are rambling you are grieving, I lost Rolo my sweet rat and I miss him every day, and as each of my babies pass on to the bridge I ask my Rolo to meet and look after them all till I get there.

I lost Ester my little girl rat her tiny heart must have given out as the cancer she had took over, I am sitting here weeping for one more of my tiny babies, and my heart aches for every one of them ,so you are just a normal grieving mum missing her smallbaby.

God rest your Pinky and all our sweet angel babies,

Love Jean.

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