People who say it's "just a pet" just don't get it. Billy found himself a family who loved and cared for him. Many animals, including budgies, hide illnesses or injuries. I believe you did the right thing by taking him to the vet. And it definitely takes longer than a few days to grieve. I lost a dog a few years ago and I still think about her. Reading your post reminded me of friends telling me to.get over my dog' s death because she was "just a pet". She was family, just as Billy was. I'm sorry for your loss.
thanks Maggie, I know, u don't realise how hard it is until you've loved and lost a pet because it really is like losing a member of you're family and the fact they can't tell you when they're ill or suffering is just awful! x
What a lucky little sweet heart Billy was to have flown into the home of you and your boyfriend. You took such good care of him and saw to his every need including the love and caring part. I did exactly what you did, take a dying budgie to the vet in a last ditch effort to save him, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, no fault of yours. I loved your story on how you came to have him and what you did for him it was truly heart warming and I read all the way to the end to find myself in tears. It's so amazing the broken hearted feeling we have for a budgie, they are just as much a part of us as any pet or person we've known and lost. I to was surprised at the grief I felt, which after a week is now better, but I feel like you do, that the house is to quiet now. You just miss their funny little sounds and chirps that make them all unique to us. I vacuumed today and stopped to have a last look at some scattered seeds behind the dish washer and the little fluffs of feathers that my little darling left behind, it gives you a pang in your heart. I've forgotten for a few seconds that mine is gone, and whistled to him like I used to, then rolling my eyes remembering that he's not there and won't answer anymore. I think it's perfectly okay to dwell on how you feel about his loss for as long as you like until you've come through your grief, everyone has their own way of dealing with it and in their own time, no one should tell you any different, there's no right way. I've still been sitting out the back in my garden by the place where I've buried my little guy just to feel near him on occasion. I think for Billy to die in the warmth of your boyfriends hand was the best place in the world for him in that moment, as hard as that must have been for both of you.
What a lovely story..Not the ending, but the fact that you welcomed him into your home and gave him LOVE.How special you are.
You did everything right..
I've found when I lose a beloved pet(and at 65 I've lost many)..that it helps to not only talk about it..But also I actually write a poem of goodbye..and send to family and friends too.
I also find a good photo and frame it near me..It helps
I havent forgotten one of my buddies..and my idea of heaven is when we all get reunited.. Hope I get a big house cause I've had sooooo many.
Thank you for posted and my condolences on the loss of your friend,
Andria 'n Playboy
Thanks Kim, that's really lovely! it means so much 2 know that other people in different parts of the world are thinkin of our billy aswell! an when u said that u stopped 2 have a last look at his scattered seeds an feathers when u wer hoovering, i could really relate 2 that as i did the exact same thing yesterday, it was actually hard 2 bring myself 2 hoover them up but obviously i had 2 but its just so sad knowing that ur getting rid of the last little bit of them! thanks 4 ur message, i found it really comforting! x
thanks Andria, that means a lot. its sometimes so hard 2 know what the best thing 2 do is with pets as they can't tell you what they want or what's wrong! it definitely does help 2 talk about it and i'm so glad i found this forum! that's a lovely idea framing a photo, ive got some lovely ones of our billy so i'm definitely guna do that as soon as i get chance!
I'm so sorry for your great loss of Billy. People who don't understand the depth of your grief have obviously never had the great privilege and pleasure of knowing a budgie like Billy. They take up a Huge place in our hearts, for such tiny creatures. My budgie, Sweet Pea, was one of the greatest loves of my life - I mourned him for over 2 years, no matter who thought I was silly...Don't let anyone keep you from giving Billy his due respect in your heart. From what you wrote about him, he was a little super star, and such a lovable character,
And please don't feel guilty about taking him to the vet, either - you were doing everything you could do to help him, even though the outcome was not as you had hoped. Thank God Billy actually passed away in the loving hands of the ones who took such good care of him. May Billy rest in peace now, and may you find comfort in your memories of him. Thank you for sharing him with us
Hi, well I thought I'd post a tribute to my lovely budgie Billy who died yesterday unexpectedly. I'm finding it really difficult to come to terms with the loss so thought something like this is a really nice idea. A lot of people have said (trying to help) that I just need to let it go and move on but he was such a special character and a proper part of the family that I don't want to or at least I'm not ready to yet. Anyway, Billy was my first budgie and quite a surprise as we never actually went out and bought him. We found him sitting on the window ledge in our spare room back in November. It had been a freezing night and was frosty outside that morning. I use the spare room to smoke in out of the window and had left it open for an hour or so before going to bed that night so obviously Billy had been sitting there in the dark all night, bless him. The first I knew about him was when I walked in early the next morning to get ready for work, it was just getting light and I walked to the window to look out at the park opposite without turning the light on. I must have given him a fright (and him me) because suddenly he flew at my face flapping his wings and I ran screaming out of the room, not knowing what it was. Well to cut a long story short my boyfriend came to investigate and we found our little blue budgie sitting there. We discovered that he had blood on his head, possibly from flying at the window throughout the night trying to get out although we don't know. To this day we still don't know where he came from and although we had no idea how to care for a budgie we decided the only thing for it was to get him settled and nurse him back to health and that was how Billy became part of our family. We bought him all the essentials like food, a cage, toys and sand and he seemed happy enough. Naturally, at first he was nervous and anxious around everyone and would edge away if you came too close. To be honest, he still often did this until the day he died but he did come out of his shell so much over the months. About 2 months ago, he started sitting on the coffee table, right next to where we were sitting, eating everything in sight like the remains of my cereal an trying to drink my coffee. If he was out of his cage when we had made food he wouldn't hesitate to try to fight us for it, perching on our shoulders and back and trying to land on the plate. He also started sitting on the laptop while we were using it and even perching on our shoulders or knee and walking around the carpet. We were both absolutely made up with how cheeky he became, to us it was proof that he was happy and settled with us and had begun to trust us and we were always laughing at something he was doing or had done when me or my boyfriend were out. Our Billy knew when he wanted something and wouldn't hesitate to try to get it. He had some really cute little quirks like making a little chirp when the buzzer went as he knew that it was usually my Zack my boyfriend coming in and tweeting loudly when he heard the key turning in the lock of the door. I think he just loved being around people to show off but on his terms. He would choose if he wanted to come and sit with us but if we tried to stroke him then he would move away or fly off, he probably still felt a bit vulnerable and liked to feel in control of the situation. Anyway that was our little Billy and his personality. Now to the sad bit..! Yesterday morning I got up and found him at the bottom of his cage, he had his eyes closed and wasn't responding when I called his name. He was also leaning to one side as if he'd had a stroke. I rang the vets and managed to get an appointment for a couple of hours time. However, it became obvious that he was going downhill fast. He wouldn't eat or drink, couldn't move or balance and kept falling onto his beak and side. He was really drowsy and listless and just obviously not very well at all. Panicking, I managed to get an emergency vets appointment and we took him straight in where he was diagnosed with a chest infection. She gave him a shot of antibiotics and said that his breathing didn't sound good so to take him home, give him some tlc and to bring him back Monday if he was still with us. Half an hour later, as we were settling him in his cage and making sue he was warm and had everything he needed near to him where he could reach it, he died in Zack's hand after having what looked like a sort of seizure and falling onto his back. To say we were devastated doesn't really come close. Although he was in a bad way, I honestly had thought he would pull through. I couldn't help but feel torn about whether I did the right thing taking him to the vets. On the one hand, we obviously wanted to give him the best chance of survival and couldn't bear to just leave him to die, possibly in pain, without doing anything to help him but at the same time, if I'd have known that he wasn't going to make it then I wouldn't have put him through the trauma of being handled by a stranger (the vet) and having an injection. I realised after he died that had we kept to the original time of his appointment then he would have died in the vets, frightened and I guess I would probably have convinced myself that he died from the shock and fright of it so would have felt even worse. Overall, we tried to give him the best chance of survival and did what we could but it was obviously too late. Am just grateful he died at home, with us, safe and warm and I know we did all we could towards the end. Anyway, I basically wanted to write this coz I really never thought I would be this upset to lose him. I think the fact that it was so out of the blue, he'd been fine the night before, eating and tweeting as normal, and the fact that we watched him die in what looked like quite a traumatic way has made this worse, am just glad that we gave him a good few months and what was hopefully a happy, but short life! Never realised that it would be so difficult to lose a pet but I suppose that's because he was part of a family and not just a pet and it still feels like he's here, I keep finding his feathers everywhere and there's still seeds scattered all over the computer table from where he used to throw them out of his cage! We buried our Billy this morning in my boyfriends mum's garden and I guess that's the end of a chapter. RIP Billy, Miss and love you lots and lots.. its far too quiet without you. xx
It is so easy to love a budgie and you had a lovely budgie in Billy, he sounds a great character, who you will love forever. He'll be waiting for you on Rainbow Bridgex