It has been a week or so since his demise, and I've been waiting till the day I'm over his death before I start blogging about it. This is because my friends have been asking me questions like, "Hey how's Captain?" or "I found some tips on the net on taking care of baby birds, I'll send the link to you" etc. I really and sincerely appreciate the concern that you guys shower on Captain.
But I guess it's not necessary now. I went back home one day only to realise Captain wasn't chirping once the door lock clicks like how he always does. I went to check on him and found out that he's looking really lethargic. I thought maybe giving him a shower in his favourite water bath might do the trick. So I placed him in the tub and let him play along in the water. He seemed a little more energetic once he's in contact with the water. During that period of time, I changed his bedding to a fresh new one. After his shower, I took him out and placed it back into his "nest". He was shivering, so I got him cotton wool as blankets to keep him warm. He soon settled down and went to sleep. Seeing that he's peacefully sleeping, I went to take a nap too. Never did I know that Captain went to sleep, and never woke up.
I woke up from my nap only to realise that Captain's dead. He just laid down there, cold and stiff. I was devasted. I couldn't believe what had happen. I showered him with a hundred and one percent of my love, fed and played with it regularly. It had only recently learnt how to perch on a chopstick, and it also recognises my hand so each time I place it near him, he'll hop onto my hand. I was so looking forward for it to grow up; it wasn't even one month old yet. I could and would have taught it to perch on my finger, and it'll know how to fly by then. But sadly, none of these could be fufilled now...
I cried for 4 days consecutively, and I felt so devasted. I know, it's most probably something that I did wrong on my part that caused its death. I sometimes still hear Captain's chirping for me each time I open the door. I miss seeing it play in its water bath. I miss it hopping onto my palm. I miss feeding it. I miss Captain staring at me as I cooed it to sleep.
But on the brighter side, at least Captain died a peaceful death and I know that it must be in peace now. I had buried him in the grasspatch near the area that I found it, so it'll feel as close to home as possible.
I'm sorry Captain, for any wrong on my part. Do rest in peace in birdie heaven, and hope you'll have lots of water baths and worms there. I'll miss you, that's for sure. Rest In Peace, Captain.