pigeoncomics:It is with a heavy heart (after days of tears and treatment) that I have to let you kno
pigeoncomics:It is with a heavy heart (after days of tears and treatment) that I have to let you know that Grinch succumbed to his illness. It could’ve been a number of things. We thought it was a bacterial infection or gastrointestinal virus. It was so hard to watch his health decline everyday. I felt so guilty not being able to help him more. Sometimes he’d make an effort to eat or poop a healthy looking poop and we thought this was a step in the right direction. But after one week, his symptoms worsened, the medicine was not helping him, and he felt weaker and weaker every time I held him, and he didn’t have the strength to chirp. He was a spunky handful. He loved to sing and dance, to eat carrots and grapes, to sit on the towel rack while I whistled to him in the shower. He’d always say “Welcome Back” any time I left the room and came back. He’d whistle and chirp the bugle charge, and bless himself when he sneeze. He loved hiding in my shirt and under my blanket. This feeling of knowing he’s gone is so big, I feel numb, and I can’t stop crying even while typing this. I cannot thank the countless followers and friends who helped me in this extremely difficult time. I loved him so much, and I know y’all knew it too. I whistle his songs out of habit, but knowing I’ll never hear him sing back hurts so much. I’ll never feel your tiny feet on my shoulder or fingers. Your tiny face rub up my cheek, under my glasses while I scritched your chin. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you help sooner. I loved you so much, Grinch. You were a pretty bird. A good bird. -- source link