I have a heavy heart. My pet parakeet died on Saturday. He suffered. He got bit by Emma, my lovely and well-behaved cat. I was torn.
Emma had always been quiet, well-mannered (for a cat), and did no shenanigans around the house. So it was a total shock to me to learn she was the one who bit the bird. I don't want to expound on this.
Let's just say that cats know what you're feeling. They can sense your emotions. She knew I was upset. That she was partly to blame.
She became very aloof all weekend. Didn't cuddle with me except during sleep time at night. And when I went to get her, she even went under the bed.
Anyway, it was really sad. I know it's only a pet, only a bird. But you get used to them, they become part of your life, your family. And when one is gone, it just isn't the same.
We got 2 parakeets in his place. I don't know why we did that. Just in case, the one left behind will never be alone, I guess.
In an unrelated news, I had a lovely impromptu lunch at Jollibee with my mom and my two bros. It was such a surprise thing that came together without a plan. I love having lunch with my bros and mom. Plus I get to eat spaghetti. Wasn't I telling you about the spaghetti craving last week? Well, after I had the Jollibee I didn't even bother to make it at home. That lunch satisfied my craving.
