Dear friends, thanks to all of you for your birthday wishes. They really, really mean a lot to me.
This birthday should have been a great one and for a long time it really was. But this evening my dear bird Luke died in my hands. :cry2
He had pneumonia. Of course I was at the vet with him several times. I kept him warm with a red lamp. It looked like he was going to recover. He did not stop eating and I never seriously thought that he might not survive it. But this evening he seemed to be very weak. I put him in the cage so he would be in the warming light of the red lamp and near the food.
When I was just talking to my aunt Imme who had called to congratulate me Luke, who was sitting at the bottom of the cage near a bowl of fruit and basil which he loved to much, suddenly twitched. He was panting and gave a chirp. I immediately finished the phone call and opened the cage and took Luke in my hands. And there he died :cry2
I was so fond of the little guy, still am and ever will be.
I just return from the funeral. My Dad and I went out in night and rain and dug a little grave on top of a nearby hill. And I set a stone on top of the grave, a stone which I had marked with a file.
For the moment it is just pain, but that it is supposed to be. :cry2
