WarrenMacD
07-12-2010, 06:05 AM
Tigger was born in Feb. of '93. His human Mother was Sue, and the folks at the pet store called him J.J., a hand-fed feisty little guy. Tigger ('cause that's who he reminded me of) became my owner in May of that year, and quickly evolved into my best friend and closest companion. He was the standard grey with white-tipped feathers, a beautiful yellow head and orange "ear muffs".
I was privileged to be able to share our lives together for 17 years; the whole house was his. He never saw the inside of his cage for 16 of those years.
The last 6 months of his life was spent in my bedroom where he liked to stay on the TV where it was warm, or on the dresser, where he was higher than me. Anytime he wanted to go somewhere he'd just make a certain sound (always the same!) which was his way of saying "come and get me!" as he had stopped flying by then.
On May 8th, this year, 2010, he was sitting on the corner of the tv waiting for me to turn it off, as he wouldn't roost until I did, it was 10:30. He started to "sneeze" and choke. 5 seconds later, he fell to the floor, then he looked up at me, I picked him up and he just looked at me, and then he passed. It was quick, but I wasn't ready for him to say goodbye yet! I believe he hemmorhaged in his lungs because a lot of blood came from his mouth after he'd gone. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night, and I kept him with me until the next day when the pet cemetery came and picked him up for cremation.
The house was so empty after 17 years! When I got his little wooden urn back in two days, I put him on top of the dresser, and he's there now. I still talk to him ( it makes me feel better ). I didn't know the loss of Tigger would affect me me the way it did. Everyone, cherish your time with your cockatiels; unconditional love, pleasure and comfort were ours for 17 years. You've now crossed the bridge and are hopefully with my Mother for she too was a family member who provided me with those three traits.
I'l always love you Tigger.
Warren
I was privileged to be able to share our lives together for 17 years; the whole house was his. He never saw the inside of his cage for 16 of those years.
The last 6 months of his life was spent in my bedroom where he liked to stay on the TV where it was warm, or on the dresser, where he was higher than me. Anytime he wanted to go somewhere he'd just make a certain sound (always the same!) which was his way of saying "come and get me!" as he had stopped flying by then.
On May 8th, this year, 2010, he was sitting on the corner of the tv waiting for me to turn it off, as he wouldn't roost until I did, it was 10:30. He started to "sneeze" and choke. 5 seconds later, he fell to the floor, then he looked up at me, I picked him up and he just looked at me, and then he passed. It was quick, but I wasn't ready for him to say goodbye yet! I believe he hemmorhaged in his lungs because a lot of blood came from his mouth after he'd gone. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night, and I kept him with me until the next day when the pet cemetery came and picked him up for cremation.
The house was so empty after 17 years! When I got his little wooden urn back in two days, I put him on top of the dresser, and he's there now. I still talk to him ( it makes me feel better ). I didn't know the loss of Tigger would affect me me the way it did. Everyone, cherish your time with your cockatiels; unconditional love, pleasure and comfort were ours for 17 years. You've now crossed the bridge and are hopefully with my Mother for she too was a family member who provided me with those three traits.
I'l always love you Tigger.
Warren