by Desirae Bishop
One afternoon, when my sister's friend had just gone back home, after coming over to play for about 3 or 4 hours. My mom noticed Breezy sitting at the bottom of her cage. My other bird Tweety was sitting beside her. Mom said something was wrong cause when she went to feed our birds they didn't come to it. Usually when their bird feed gets put into their cage they hurry after it, but this time they didn't. After a minute or two Tweety started eating a little bit of his food. I took Breezy out of her cage and noticed that her feet were losing color. Mom said she didn't kno what was wrong with her after about 30 minutes she still wasn't doing any better. We called 3 vets. None of them answered. I then called one of my friends and told them my bird was about to die, she told me this guys number and said he used to be a vet. I told my mom and she said that we didn't need to be bothering him. After 2 hours Breezy couldn't lift her head up. Then the phone rang, it was the guy my friend told me to call. He said that he had a message on his answering machine from us. My mom told him our situation and he said he was sorry that their was nothing we could do for her. I burst out in tears asking God why my 3 month old bird had to go. My 3 sisters also started crying. We all prayed that God could somehow save her. About 2 hours after that she left us. It was hard on my whole family, because we had just lost our baby brother 2 years before that. He would be 3 in April and Breezy would be a year in July. The anniversery of her death is December 21, at exactly 10:00 p.m.
I am an 11 year old girl and I have 4 pets, counting Breezy. Breezy and Tweety are cockateils, and Jake, Jane, and Shylo are black lab puppies. I miss my Breezy so much and so does the rest of my family.