I'm certain to send my parents further into depression when they see this post, but I just had to write about the passing of my first pet, Lolly. She was a thirteen year-old Mitred Conure who had been with my family since I was 13 years old. Her death was incredibly sudden and came about due to kidney failure. As soon as my mom detected that something was amiss, she took her to an avian emergency room. The condition she had gave her a 20% chance of survival and the doctor said that if she made it through the night, she would have a pretty good chance of survival. Unfortunately, a little before 4 am this morning, she passed away.
When my parents first brought Lolly home, I was extremely upset since I had never had a pet and didn't want one for the sole reason that I never wanted to see them die. The first time I saw her, I was afraid to touch her, so I wrapped my hand in a red sweatshirt and put it in her cage. Of course, she came after me out of fear, but I quickly learned the right ways to give her affection -- she especially liked it when I would preen her pin feathers.
Lolly was a part of her family and I'll never be able to hear her favorite songs again without feeling sad. She'd sing along with Sharon, Lois, and Bram's Skinnamarink and The Sons of the Pioneer's Cool Water. I'm certain that my father will be playing these songs in a loop since, like me, we like making ourselves depressed. Why else would I be writing this post?
One of my favorite memories of Lolly occurred when my best friend Monica was visiting after school one day. We were both in 8th grade and she was incredibly scared of Lolly. As I was holding Lolly to show Monica that she wasn't a threat, Lolly jumped on Monica's back and started climbing her head and grabbing at her hair. As Monica ran around screaming, I just laughed. I think Lolly was laughing too.
Lolly's laugh was always Ben's favorite thing about Lolly. I swear she had the most cutting sense of humor.
Anyway, here's to Lolly. I've been incredibly sad today -- my entire family has been crying and feeling like we were responsible for her early demise. As Ben and I begin looking for our first pet together (a dog), I worry that one day we'll have to say goodbye to another pet.
I can only say that we wouldn't be sad unless these animals made our lives happier when they were around.