Posted 01 July 2004 - 07:28 PM
The morning that my 'tiel passed on, though weak, she still wanted to be as close to me as her little muscles would let her. The night before, I had given her a bath and blow-dried her, as usual. Afterwards she was A LOT more cuddley than usual and she kept nudging my neck and chirping sweetly. I think she knew she was growing weak and that her time was coming. She had a hearattack in my hands, and I watched the life fade from her eyes and her little pink feet curl up. It happened just before I was about to walk out the door to go to work, I had picked her up to put her in her cage and realized something was wrong. I think she knew I was going to leave, and she knew she couldn't hold on that long, and that she didn't want to die alone.
On a human note, My grandfather also knew that his time had grown short. I think that God spoke to him a good year before. He kept wanting me to take a trip to his childhood home for several years, and I kept coming up with excuses why I couldn't go. Finally, the summer before he died, I tried coming up with yet another excuse and told him we would do it next summer. He said "Nina, I'm not going to be able to do it next summer, this is our last chance to go." Of course it kinda creeped me out, so I went, and sure enough, June of the following year, he passed on. To understand the events surrounding his death, you have to understand that my grandfather was still 16, LOVED hamburgers, and his '65 Pontiac GTO and his grandchildren (primarily myself and my 7 yr. old cousin) were his whole life. With that said...The day he died, he had taken my cousin for the day (He had asked me to go with him, but I had to work). They stopped for lunch at my grandfather's favorite burger joint. They had messed up thier order, and had included 2 extra cheeseburgers, which my grandfather gladly ate. After that, they went to the junk-yard to get parts for his car. He suffered Pulminary Heart Failure (quicker and less painful than a heartattack) While over the engine of a '67 Pontiac LeMans. Though my cousin was so young, I think it was a good thing he was there, and I think he saw something the rest of us wouldn't have been able to. I say this because he was so at peace with his granfathers passing, even though he watched it happen. He said that he had seen a white light around him as he grabbed his chest and lowered himself to the ground. I couldn't imagine that God could've planned it any better...being with his grandchild, favorite food for lunch, and spending his last moments doing something he so immensely enjoyed. It took me a while to come to terms with it because he and I were so close, but in the end I know it was what he wanted and it was what was best for him. He HATED taking pills every morning, and, though a good christian, would curse the fact he had to take them. Also, because of his many strokes, he was VERY emotional, and HATED the fact that he would start to cry when looking back on things in his life, especially concerning the military and the Vietnam war. He had also lost his sense of humor through the many strokes. He just wasn't himself anymore and wasn't happy here anymore. He was proud to have served his country, and I'm glad that he's now serving in the Lord's army.
DEWEY-Peach Front Conure
BEBEE-Blue Indian Ringneck
NILLY-Albino Cockatiel (passed on Sept.2003)
VOODOO-Black-capped Conure (please come home!)[/