Tweety died and I’m heartbroken. I miss her so much. I never ever thought I’d be a ‘bird person’. And when I first got Tweety I wasn’t happy about it at all. My Nanny started to get severe dementia, and her husband had to go into hospital because he had leukemia. Tweety was my Nanny’s pet. When she had to go into respite care for dementia, Tweety went with her. But she wasn’t getting taken care of properly and she was stressed. Nanny asked me if I would take care of Tweety so I did. I thought it would only be for a few days until Nanny’s husband Gordon got out of hospital, but he died two days later.
I was stuck with tweety! The world’s most vicious little bird. Who squeaked all the time. Plus she was sick, she looked like she wasn’t going to last much longer. Nanny hadn’t been taking care of her properly because of her dementia.
I started to realise that tweety’s squeaks were a language, and that she was talking to me. I’d tweet back to her in the same pattern and she’d like it. She started to bond with me, and in the evenings she’d fly over to me (which was difficult for her because she couldn’t walk or fly very far) and cuddle up to me. Sometimes she’d fall asleep on me. I started to get very close to her and I was really upset when she got sick and died. She died when my stepson was here, so I tried not to cry, but I was in bits for days after!! I am grateful that a lot of my friends text me to say how sorry they were. I’ve noticed sometimes people make fun of others for losing a pet. But I have to say losing a pet can be as hard as losing a person in your life, especially if you’re a hermit like me.
I really miss her 🙁