At 02:20AM, TC died. I found out this morning at 08:35AM while I was cleaning out the tray of the parakeets. After washing the tray and counting the birds, I saw only six. I kept counting two or three more times and saw TC was not inside the cage. I didn’t know what happened to her.
After I dried the wet tray, there upon the kitchen counter I found her wrapped in paper towel and in Paws writing. I took some pictures of the event and started to cry. I didn’t feel like going to work after that but had my job to complete.
I looked at the parakeets and found that they were quiet. Pimon looked the most affected. I wanted to present to the parakeets what happened to TC and picked up the tiny package, which felt the warmth in my hands. Maw said the bird was stiff and cold earlier this morning.
Yesterday evening, I tried to hand feed the ailing TC with her oat groats twice during my cleaning upstairs. She refused both times and would make cropping gestures with her head. I looked into her watery eyes and she looked at me. I knew her time was coming to pass onto the next vibration phase.
Her death may have been expedited last night when I grabbed Yeyo, who had lots of poop stuck to her vent and the surrounding feathers. I knew the bird would not have a good night’s sleep and had to wash the bird clean. The parakeets scattered inside the cage as my hand searched for the yellow Lutino (a blue variety of parakeets with green being the other dominant color).
They scattered again after I put Yeyo back into the cage. TC managed to climb back to a perch nearby the water and wobbled a little. I knew she had very little energy left because she was all fluffy from the ordeal. That was the last time I saw her as I tucked the birds in for a night. Maw and Paw claimed to have buried TC in the pet cemetery of our other parakeets at 11:00AM.
Around 12:30PM, I cried a little at work before the damn network crashed. I then decided to leave work to go home for lunch and found both bio-units were in the middle of eating. I was feeling sad from the death of TC and cried more as Maw told stories about her friend, ‘M#rc#d#$ Dul@y’.
‘M#rc#d#s’ had a daughter named ‘Gr@c#’ who was stabbed to death by the estranged white husband many years ago. Although there was a restraining order, the daughter apparently opened the door one day to the guy thinking that everything would be fine.
The story goes that her Maw felt something terribly wrong and went home from work to find that the daughter had died. The daughter was the favorite of three children and treated her mom nicely. The old lady could never forget the joy she brought to the old woman’s life.
She had cried in front of !’ndy S@!s*n’ and Maw after mass this morning. She confided to Maw that her two remaining children would not take care of the lady in her old age. She was told to stop recalling the deceased daughter. The sad part of this story has been the cruelty of rejection that old people would face eventually.
Maws crying prompted my crying and the flow of tears won’t stop as I enter this blog on Saturday. The tears of sadness, however, are not always shown in this manner. The sentiments of hurt are kept inside the heart and well hidden in memory of bio-units.
During lunchtime, Maw expressed deep hurt that her boy, for example, would not take care of her in time of need. She instead confided to Paw and me that her angel, which is me, has been sent to help raise the bio-unit at such an early age of two years.
Prior to my arrival from work this afternoon, Brat had called to find out the plans of Father’s Day. Paw answered the phone but the boy wanted to speak with Maw, who refused by ‘pretending’ to be sleeping as the boy proclaimed to Paw.
Her refusal was due to Brats refusal to answer the door and open his heart to me when I delivered his property last Saturday. As a result and in turn, Paw expressed his refusal to have a meal together with the couple.
Tears that flowed were for TC, our parakeet friend and mother to four children. My tears flowed from hearing stories of sadness from people who have experienced happiness and joy from others. Today has been a reminder that death releases the old from the burden of pain, suffering and misery.
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