My 8 year old lovebird died a few days ago.
His name was sherbet but the nicknames include: chicken, rodent, animal, (the) bird, birdhead, mango, weirdo… And because of that, now everything reminds me of her
I held his body in my hand cried for hours. We went to gradma’s yard with my brother to burry him, I broke down crying while digging so my little brother finished it for me.
Our home is just too silent without him, I miss him so much
Fly high sherbert
I lost my green cheek a few years back, the silence was so loud. I had never sobbed like that before I lost him
What a beautiful companion, I’m sorry for your loss. Just by how you talk about him I can tell he lived an exceptional life and was very loved. Thank you for sharing, his memory will live on.
I hope you allow yourself to really feel and process this, it’s still quite fresh and you had something special.
“What is grief but the persistence of love?”
I’m sorry for your loss. He looks very cute in that photo. May his memory be a blessing.
Aww, I’m really sorry to hear that
Proof that even God reuses textures
Is it really worth it?
