Good morning, everyone!!!
It is with a heavy heart I tell you my beautiful Lilly has now gone to fly with the angels.
This week has been a nightmare thus far. So much so that I have decided if one more thing goes wrong today, I refuse to get out of bed tomorrow just to give me strength to get through the weekend ahead.
Monday: I had prepared my breakfast and lunch the night before. I was so proud of myself for being so on top of it. I knew my boss would be leaving me the minute I walked in the door to work. Which was just fine. I have no problem handling the place while she's gone. Between checking out customers, I tossed my breakfast in the microwave, a boiled egg and a few strips of bacon. I had decided I probably should eat the boiled egg cold, but then a customer came up, I threw the egg on the plate with the bacon and didn't think anything of it. I waited on the customer, then grabbed up the plate, went to the microwave and threw the plate in. Headed back to the register, waited on a few more customers, went and grabbed my plate. Then I had a small lull in waiting on customers so I thought grab a bite of your egg. Suddenly, it sounded as if a bomb went off. Inside my mouth and my face began to burn like hell. Yep, at least second degree burns inside my mouth. I will just say it is very uncomfortable.
Tuesday: A half hour before I was to get a shower for work, the power went off. It was storming like crazy outside and the entire town was out of power. I should have known then just call off work and go back to bed. But no, I didn't, because that is not who I am. I tossed my hair in a ponytail, threw on makeup by candlelight, and headed to work. We had a long day ahead between deliveries and preparing for audit today. So I made it through the day only to come home to a nightmare.
I walked through the front door and found my beautiful Lilly laying dead in the entry way. I was mortified, shocked, and definitely heartbroken. I go to huge measures to secure things and keep the dogs and cat away from the cage before I leave the house, ever. Somehow the boys in the romping had managed to get the bathroom door away from the cage, knocked in one panel of the cage, and the only bird left in the cage was Sunny.
I put the dogs in the back yard. Found Mr. Gray flying around the living room. Finally managed to catch him and get him secured in the cage. My entire house was a disaster. I hunted and hunted for Rudy with no luck. I just knew he had been eaten. My heart grew heavier and heavier.
I was on the phone with my daughter-in-law. The cat standing right next to me. Lexi kept looking up at me then looking and watching intently under the couch. Yes, animals do communicate with us if we listen. I took my flashlight, looked under the couch and there was Rudy. I couldn't see what shape he was in, but I could tell he was alive.
My daughter-in-law being the beautiful soul she is, loaded up the girls and came right away to help me get Rudy out from under the couch. He was missing his tail feathers, some feathers off of one wing, and talons off of one foot. But he was alive. I wasn't sure he would make it, but my daughter-in-law stayed with me while I set things up for him in the bottom of the cage. He soon began to eat off the plate I placed on the bottom of the cage. He would hide beneath the towel I put down there for him, but would waddle out from time to time to grab a bite to eat, or climb up on the branches I keep in their cage for different size perches.
This morning he seems more his old self minus his injuries. Sunny is a pretty amazing bird, he shares his time between Rudy and Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray goes to the bottom of the cage to check on Rudy, but Sunny, dear sweet Sunny, goes down and eats with Rudy, checks on him, and sings with him. Rudy has been grooming himself all morning, which to me is a good sign.
Mr. Gray and I have a new relationship now. He seems more interested in what I'm saying versus before when he would just sit on the other side of the cage if I was near.
The dogs have been in doggie jail for the rest of yesterday and today. I've learned some hard lessons in the last twenty-four hours where this is concerned. My heart still aches over Lilly. She may have been just plain white, but oh what a personality she had. She was my tame one. The one who would climb up to my shoulder and chatter with me. She ruled the roost and the others let her.
Today: The blisters in mouth have began to pop. Leaving behind a horrible sting. My top lips still feels like leather and numb. But at least this will heal eventually.
Hubby and I have doctor appointments this morning. And from there who knows.
In honor of a friend of mine who passed away Monday night I will end this blog with the saying he always said to me before he left the store:
"Work hard and make them lots of money," Terry Mundorf.
Me, "You know I will."
It is with a heavy heart I tell you my beautiful Lilly has now gone to fly with the angels.
This week has been a nightmare thus far. So much so that I have decided if one more thing goes wrong today, I refuse to get out of bed tomorrow just to give me strength to get through the weekend ahead.
Monday: I had prepared my breakfast and lunch the night before. I was so proud of myself for being so on top of it. I knew my boss would be leaving me the minute I walked in the door to work. Which was just fine. I have no problem handling the place while she's gone. Between checking out customers, I tossed my breakfast in the microwave, a boiled egg and a few strips of bacon. I had decided I probably should eat the boiled egg cold, but then a customer came up, I threw the egg on the plate with the bacon and didn't think anything of it. I waited on the customer, then grabbed up the plate, went to the microwave and threw the plate in. Headed back to the register, waited on a few more customers, went and grabbed my plate. Then I had a small lull in waiting on customers so I thought grab a bite of your egg. Suddenly, it sounded as if a bomb went off. Inside my mouth and my face began to burn like hell. Yep, at least second degree burns inside my mouth. I will just say it is very uncomfortable.
Tuesday: A half hour before I was to get a shower for work, the power went off. It was storming like crazy outside and the entire town was out of power. I should have known then just call off work and go back to bed. But no, I didn't, because that is not who I am. I tossed my hair in a ponytail, threw on makeup by candlelight, and headed to work. We had a long day ahead between deliveries and preparing for audit today. So I made it through the day only to come home to a nightmare.
I walked through the front door and found my beautiful Lilly laying dead in the entry way. I was mortified, shocked, and definitely heartbroken. I go to huge measures to secure things and keep the dogs and cat away from the cage before I leave the house, ever. Somehow the boys in the romping had managed to get the bathroom door away from the cage, knocked in one panel of the cage, and the only bird left in the cage was Sunny.
I put the dogs in the back yard. Found Mr. Gray flying around the living room. Finally managed to catch him and get him secured in the cage. My entire house was a disaster. I hunted and hunted for Rudy with no luck. I just knew he had been eaten. My heart grew heavier and heavier.
I was on the phone with my daughter-in-law. The cat standing right next to me. Lexi kept looking up at me then looking and watching intently under the couch. Yes, animals do communicate with us if we listen. I took my flashlight, looked under the couch and there was Rudy. I couldn't see what shape he was in, but I could tell he was alive.
My daughter-in-law being the beautiful soul she is, loaded up the girls and came right away to help me get Rudy out from under the couch. He was missing his tail feathers, some feathers off of one wing, and talons off of one foot. But he was alive. I wasn't sure he would make it, but my daughter-in-law stayed with me while I set things up for him in the bottom of the cage. He soon began to eat off the plate I placed on the bottom of the cage. He would hide beneath the towel I put down there for him, but would waddle out from time to time to grab a bite to eat, or climb up on the branches I keep in their cage for different size perches.
This morning he seems more his old self minus his injuries. Sunny is a pretty amazing bird, he shares his time between Rudy and Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray goes to the bottom of the cage to check on Rudy, but Sunny, dear sweet Sunny, goes down and eats with Rudy, checks on him, and sings with him. Rudy has been grooming himself all morning, which to me is a good sign.
Mr. Gray and I have a new relationship now. He seems more interested in what I'm saying versus before when he would just sit on the other side of the cage if I was near.
The dogs have been in doggie jail for the rest of yesterday and today. I've learned some hard lessons in the last twenty-four hours where this is concerned. My heart still aches over Lilly. She may have been just plain white, but oh what a personality she had. She was my tame one. The one who would climb up to my shoulder and chatter with me. She ruled the roost and the others let her.
Today: The blisters in mouth have began to pop. Leaving behind a horrible sting. My top lips still feels like leather and numb. But at least this will heal eventually.
Hubby and I have doctor appointments this morning. And from there who knows.
In honor of a friend of mine who passed away Monday night I will end this blog with the saying he always said to me before he left the store:
"Work hard and make them lots of money," Terry Mundorf.
Me, "You know I will."