It’s currently 6:50am my time. I wasn’t able to sleep all night, and 20 minutes ago I went into the spare room where the birds are kept. We have a pair of cockateils (somehow that spelling just doesn’t look right) and a pair of parakeets that mr. bot had for about 7 years. The parakeets were named Lucy & Ricky. Lucy is doing just fine, but the yellow colored Ricky was laying prostrate and cold at the bottom of the cage.
Shit, I just hate it when a pet expires. What do you do? He was ‘just a parakeet, fer chris’sakes’ you might say! But I had grown accustomed to feeding & watering him every day. I put him in a Ziploc baggie and plan on a ‘funeral’ for later today. How do I tell mr. bot that his beloved 'keet died?
“Honey, you know how Lucy & Ricky divorced? and it was for real? Well…Ricky left Lucy for that big divorce in the sky…” Damn, I’m going to feel really, really bad when I tell him the news.
How is YOUR Wednesday morning going? At least you don’t have a dead parakeet. Be grateful.