Grief is a strange thing.
Just last week, we lost one of our Green Cheek Conures, Trip. He had a run in with a large bird and subsequently had to have surgery. It was simply too much for him, and he died from it all.
Trip was a bonded pair with Kirk. As bonded pairs, they preen one another. So, when Trip died, Kirk lost his buddy who helped him stay well groomed.
Yesterday, Mrs. DM and I noticed how we had never seen Kirk with pin feathers because Trip always kept them clean.
It was a little thing. But it made me profoundly sad. That’s grief. It ambushes over the smallest of things.
But it is good to feel the loss. That means you cared, and “it” mattered. That reflects well on you.
Plus, the only way to truly heal is to go THROUGH the grief. Avoiding it does not work. And it will come to an end. You will find a new normal.
Last night, it was not all sad for us. Kirk flew upstairs to land on my shoulder, and we played with him.
