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Posted by STREAXGIRL on April 18, 2003 at 00:20:26:

Prince was my rock through everything. I was diagnosed with cushing's disease, which meant I had a tumor in the pituatary gland in my brain. When my boyfriend left to go back to college, I moved back in with my mother, and was home alone all day long. One day, my mom brought me a friend, a baby birdy, a cockatiel, who decided he liked the name Prince. Prince was with me day and night until my surgery, and even then my sister snuck him into the hospital in a gift bag to see me. He slept on my head, rode everywhere on my shoulder, ate off my plate, drank my orange juice and sprite, chewed on my eyebrow ring, laid his head on my eyelid, gave me kisses, and was generally my best buddy. One day during my long recovery, Prince and I were in the garage, which serves as another room, when someone opened the door from the outside and scared him. He flew out the door and circled the house 3 times screaming like he wanted to come down but didn't know how. He wasn't used to flying like that. Then he dissapeared as we stood there dumbfounded for a moment, none of us thinking he would go 2 feet from me. I searched every singe tree from here to the edge of town, he was nowhere to be found. I put an ad in the papers, and posted ads on every online lost and found site. I waited outside every waking moment for days, calling him and sitting by his cage. I haven't seen him for over a month now, and it's killing me. I cry everyday, and I get more and more depressed. In the beginning, I thought that if I just knew where he was that I would have closure. I didn't know if he had died due to weather, or if he'd flown into someone's house and was being taken care of. I thought I'd just die if I'd let him fly away and freeze or starve to death. But then I thought that if someone had him, they didn't know how much they were torturing me by not answering the ads. And that made me extremely angry. I have always looked for the owner's of pets I found, and I've found them a lot. I found myself being very angry at God, thinking he had cursed my health enough and other parts of my life, why did he have to take my best little buddy? All I had was him and all I wanted was him. Now he's gone, I don't even know if he's alive, and I'm miserable. I don't know what to do without him. It's so hard for everyone else around me to understand because they're not animal people. I have always had a special thing with animals since I was young. I get very attached, fairly fast. I'm dying inside and noone understands. I've since gotten a parakeet and a lovebird at the urging from my mother that it would help. Help ease the pain and loneliness, but now all I have is a pair of bonded birds who'd rather be with eachother than me, and that's ok cause I'm either sleeping, moping around, or crying. They aren't neglected, they just aren't Prince.

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