05-10-09 (RIP Dylan)
Sunday May 10, 2009.
Our parakeet Dylan passed away today. Whenever I lose a pet I’m amazed all over again by how much it hurts. He was a really active, noisy little guy, and it seems a bit too quiet around here right now. I’m breaking my one picture per day rule to post a couple of him. That bell in two of the photos with him was his favorite toy/nemesis, which we called Mr. Bell. Dylan would work himself into a frenzy playing with/attacking Mr. Bell, even reaching up with his foot to kick it. I never knew birds could do that!
In the car on our way home from the emergency vet, sans Dylan and still a bit shell-shocked, we pulled up to a car with open windows that happened to be blaring some Bob Dylan song. We were Dylan’s second owners and we assume he was named after Bob Dylan. Neither of us are very fond of Bob Dylan’s music, but it seemed fitting somehow to hear him at that moment.
Bye Dilly, we’ll miss you.
A beautiful tribute!
We miss you little lad.
“That little bird has chosen his shelter. Above it are the stars and the deep heaven of worlds. Yet he is rocking himself to sleep without caring for tomorrow’s lodging, calmly clinging to his little twig, and leaving God to think for him.”
- Martin Luther
I know I’m late to be passing this along, but as our pets are always in our hearts, I want to say how sorry I am about Dylan.
I love parakeets and grew up with them. I’ve had some taken too early, which haunts me. One drowned when I was a child and I’m still not over it.
But the worst loss was Dave. Dave lived so long. I bought him from a neighbor who bred parakeets in her garage when I was so young I was taking tap dancing lessons and riding a banana seat bike. Must have been about 12?
Anyway, the little fellow lasted all through High School, Undergraduate and into my first job. He was 16 when he died. He was a real trooper, with a love for life. He got tumors towards the end; he got them cut off and kept living.
He loved showers under the kitchen sink nozzle and trying for himself anything we ate, even thought he usually didn’t like it.
There will never be another parakeet like him for me. R.I.P. Dave and Dylan