My little Chico

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He loved pulling my cds out

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.

He liked mirrors
  That's what I really need right now.  It was so unexpected.  I took him to the vet, as recommended yearly.  He was really sick a few years ago and that scared me enough to start taking him in regularly.  Well, usually when he goes in I can hear him chirping in the back.  But not today.  I didn't think much of it, other than noticing he was quiet, until the vet came out and said he was a very sick little bird.  But how can he be?  He looks so healthy!  He's chirping, walking around, playing, how can he be sick?  The vet said he was on oxygen.  Ten minutes later, he passed away.  Oh I wish I had gone back there to be with him.  He must have been so scared and alone.  How could I let him die alone?

I cried all the way home.

sleeping under mom's hair
  I'm still crying.  I miss him so much.  His little birdie chirping.  The way he cuddled up to me under my hair.  Even the way he bit me.  I'm so glad I took him out and let him ride on my shoulder this morning.  It's like he knew something was wrong and he wanted to be with me.  I'm sure he would still be alive if I hadn't taken him to the vet.  It is always stressful for little birds.  Sure he might have died today anyway, but at least I would have been with him.  I don't know if I can forgive myself for taking him in. 

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.

the first picture I took using my first digital camera
  I just don't understand.  He was so ALIVE this morning, so healthy.

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.

sleeping by the heater
  He liked making noise.  He liked dropping things and pushing things off the table.  He like to chew on the buttons of the remote.  He attacked the telephone.  He was terrified of balloons.  He loved to take showers with me.  He took his last one yesterday...  He didn't like it when I brushed my hair.  He liked to sit on top of my head or in the neck of my shirt.  He loved fruit and eggs.  He loved Cheerios.  He liked to watch other birds.  He loved to take baths and then dry off with the hairdryer.  He would cuddle in my towel after a shower.  He laughed when we did.  He loved to talk over us.  But most of all, he loved to be with me.  And I loved him.

I know this may sound silly, after all, he's just a bird.

eating an orange
  But he was my friend.  You've heard of man's best friend being a dog?  Well maybe a girl's best friend isn't diamonds - maybe its a little parrot.   A little parrot named Chico.  At least this girl's was.

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.

watching the robins outside
  He was so playful and talkative but was camera shy.  As soon as I started recording a video he would clam up.   The last picture I took of him was almost two months ago.  I'm not sure I even have a video of him saying "Chico".  I'm pretty sure I don't.  That makes me sad.  I thought I had more time with him. 

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.

the last picture I took of him - sitting in my shirt about 2 months ago
  He didn't always make it to the bathroom in time, but he was pretty good.  He knew he had to go before we would take him out of his cage. 

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.  

PhinsAndGills says:
Wonderful pictures. My heart is with you. It's VERY hard to lose a pet (and a lot of people don't understand that.)
Posted on: Jul 31, 2008
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He loved pulling my cds out
He loved pulling my cds out
He liked mirrors
He liked mirrors
sleeping under moms hair
sleeping under mom's hair
the first picture I took using my …
the first picture I took using my…
sleeping by the heater
sleeping by the heater
eating an orange
eating an orange
watching the robins outside
watching the robins outside
the last picture I took of him - s…
the last picture I took of him - …
Chico sitting on my leg
Chico liked to sit on my keyboard…
he loved playing in my shirt
he loved playing in my shirt
playing scrabble with mom
playing scrabble with mom
he likes to make it hard for you t…
he likes to make it hard for you …
sneaking popcorn
sneaking popcorn
on top of his cage
on top of his cage
playing with a toy I made
playing with a toy I made
playing in my dresser
playing in my dresser
chewing up my magazine pages
chewing up my magazine pages
making a mess
making a mess
chewing buttons and throwing the r…
chewing buttons and throwing the …
looking for treats
looking for treats
on bananas
on bananas
Chico loved to play in my dresser…
Chico yawning
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