la_belle_laide | (no subject)

I lost Cassidy today, and I don't even know what happened. He was fine last night, hopping around and singing like usual. He was off this morning and I knew something was wrong by the way he was acting. I treated him for general illness and then went out, figuring he'd be himself when I got home, but when I got home he was gone. I have no idea what went on. He lost the tiniest bit of weight and that's it. He never sneezed or coughed or anything. I thought it'd be Little Jon I was writing about (he still looks like crap, by the way.) I'd hoped to have Cassidy for another ten years. Now all I can think about is how much I'm going to miss him whistling Epona's song and Aloha 'Oe, ringing like the telephone and and making kiss noises to me in the morning.

I called Sifu in hopes of getting his answering service to tell him that I wasn't fit for human company today and so I wouldn't be in, but he picked up his cell anyway. But he was really nice about it--even though I think most people would think it would be really silly to get upset over the loss of a bird--and he said he'd light an incense for Cassidy tonight. Weirdly enough that made me feel better.

Worse, I know my parents are going to be upset too, because they were both crazy over this little bird. The whole neighborhood could always hear him singing and making general mayhem, because he was really loud.

It's weird because I just said that I wished Little Jon had just surprised me by turning up dead one day without warning instead of getting sick, and that's exactly what Cassidy just did. In this case, I'd wish I had more of a chance to treat him. This whole thing just sucks, not having my obnoxious happy little bluejay singing in my house.