March 1998 —- May 19 2001
Gray Cockatiel
Kesha was wonderful gray Cockatiel.
She was my best friend.
I was everything to her and she was everything to me.
We met one summer day in 1998 when my sister brought her home.
For the first six days she was completely silent.
She just was eating her seeds and drinking water.
We thought that something was wrong with her but we realized that we
where mistaking when all of the sudden she started whistling.
She became our new friend and member of the family.
Kesha was a bird but it was easy for us to understand each other.
She loved to come out of the cage and sit on my arm when I
was coming home. I was coming up the stairs and Kesha
was whistling because she knew it was me who was coming home.
She knew that because of the sound of my footsteps.
And when she saw me walking in that was the greatest moment for her.
She liked to play with me biting my ears slightly. But most of all,
she loved her free flights inside the house. All I had to do was to open her
cage and say: “Hey pretty bird let’s fly.”
Kesha liked to sleep next to me. She never liked to be alone.
She liked to be with us: my parents sister and me.
What she did not like was when I had to wash her. She was sitting in
the cage for hours afterwards and did not even look at me,
because she liked to take a bath on her own when I was giving her
a dish with warm water.
I remember that time when Kesha had her first egg.
Actually my sister thought Kesha was a male. Five months later we
all knew Kesha was a girl. She really wanted be Mom.
When she had an egg she could sit on it for hours and she did not like
when someone was trying touch her egg. Of course few days later she did
not care about her egg anymore.
If someone in our family had an argument with another Kesha would
start whistling very loud trying to stop the argument.
When I was leaving to work or to school she was calling me like she
was trying to ask me where I was going.
Once I asked my mother question: “How can bird be so smart
and friendly?”
She said that some birds could be very smart.
One morning I woke up very early because Kesha got sick.
I went to the Pet Store. The store manager told me that bird was suffering
from the flu and gave vitamins for Kesha. It helped her eventually.
But six months later she began having the same symptoms.
Only this time she had signs of illness in the mornings and was fine for
the rest of the day. I took Kesha to the Vet where I was told that she
had a virus in her stomach that could be chronic.
Vet prescribed medicine that I was giving Kesha for the next 12 days.
It helped her only for shirt period of time. Then she was getting sick
periodically suffering from the same illness.
Finally I found Animal Hospital where Doctors are specializing in
bird diseases and very professional. I planned to give them a call in order to
make an appointment for the next week because it was the end of the week.
On Friday May 18 2001 my Kesha took her last flight.
We had such a wonderful time that day. Kesha was flying taking off and landing
on the cabinet over and over again. When she needed to rest I was walking
in the house and she was sitting on my arm.
Then we both were looking in the window; on the street and at the trees
with spring green leafs.
Next day was the worst day of my life. I had a lot of tough moments in my life,
but that day was horrible. In the morning Kesha did not wake me up as usual.
I came up to the cage and saw her barely walking on the bottom of the cage.
She breathed hard and her whole body was trembling.
I called Animal Hospital then placed Kesha in the box and took her there.
When Vet examined her he said he would do everything possible
to save bird’s life.
Vet placed Kesha in a special cage and asked me to come
back in two hours later. I saw that sad look in Kesha’s eyes like she was trying
to say “good bye”.
Two hours later I came back. Receptionist told me that Kesha was better
and that I would see my bird shortly. Vet came up to me and started explaining
how to give Kesha prescribed medicine for the next three weeks.
Then he went to pick Kesha up from another room to bring her to me.
But he came back alone. He asked me to come with him to the basement.
When we came there Vet said: “I am terribly sorry. She did not make it.
She just passed away”.
I was holding her dead body in my hands and felt that whole world
has collapsed. I took Her body home. Everybody in my family was sad.
My parents and sister told her good bye for the last time.
I took Kesha to the forest where I kissed her for the last time and
promised to meet her when my day comes.
Kesha was just three years old when she died.
We will always love you and miss you.
You will never be forgotten.
You are not gone because there is a special place for
you in our hearts.
With Love
Yan
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