My little Chico
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I am so sad. My poor little Chico died this morning. Chico is/was a green cheeked conure and he's been with us for 15 years. He was about 6 months old when we got him. Originally he was my mom's bird, but I always played with him more and took care of him, so he was closer to me. So close that he would recognize my voice and call out to me if he heard me nearby. He spent many years at college with me, keeping me from being too lonely. Only recently, when I got my job where I travel alot, he's been living with my parents. I just got back from 5 weeks in Utah and took off this week so I could spend it with him. I missed him so much, even more than my family. And now he's gone.
I know this is a travel site, but all my friends have been so supportive on this site and I know they'll help cheer me up.
I cried all the way home.
My mom is out of town and won't be back until late tomorrow night. She hasn't answered her phone. She'll be devastated. My dad tried to comfort me, but well, he's a boy and not so good at that.
Now that I am home I keep hearing him calling to me. I hear him chirping. I see his empty cage. His toys. His birdfood. I see my open dresser drawer that he loved to play in. He would crawl inside and climb on all the drawers and hide in the darkness. He was my little caver. He would stand on the drawer handle and flap his wings and fly, chirping the whole time but never letting go of the handle. I think he liked the sound it made when it clanked on the drawer. He loved bells. He was scared of the new, brightly colored toys I would bring home. He would chew up his perches and food dishes, but not touch his toys.
I know this may sound silly, after all, he's just a bird.
He could talk, too. He could say "Chico" - and that's what he said the most. He also said, "don't bite", "hey baby", "come here", "good morning", "poop Chico", "hi", and sometimes it even sounded like he could say "'Lyssa!". He usually screeched my name. It meant come and take me out NOW! And I'll never get to take him out again. I'll never play with him again.
I'm so glad I took some photos and videos during our time together. I wish I had more.
The last time I was home was in May, before I left for Utah and Chico was playing in my dresser drawer. He was saying "don't bite" over and over. Dad walked in my room and said, "Alyssa, are you biting Chico again?" It was kind of funny. Chico usually said that just after he bit someone and we were scolding him. He was also potty trained. We would put him on a garbage can, say "poop chico", and he would.
Here I was debating if I should take him in to work with me for a couple of hours or drive out of my way to bring him home. I had decided to bring him to work since my coworkers like to see him. And instead, he came home with me in a box. I'm going to miss him so much. I put up some of my favorite photos and videos of him. The videos are dark, probably because I had to put them on You Tube first. The videos have sound so you might even be able to hear his little squeaky noises.
Well, I tried to add videos, but I could only get one to come up. I guess I'll have to work on that.