Well, Fluffy died for a reason I haven't figured out yet. He could have a had heart attack from a thunderstorm or the vacuum cleaner, or he could have died from teflon, not enough food or water, etc... but all I know it was a rainy day and I had a stomach ache. My Dad was working outside for some reason. I went outside on the porch to get some fresh air for maybe an hour. My dad went back inside to rest. When I went back inside, my Dad looked upset, and he was looking at the floor. "How long do parakeet live?" my Dad asked me. I answered,"Pretty long. Some keets like to twenty years." He looked down at the floor again, looking more upset then ever. "Fluffy died." I thought he was joking, but I saw how serious his face looked, and my eyes swelled with tears. I ran over to Tweety and Fluffy's cage (which is now called Ole Fluffy because he reigned it) and saw only Tweety in there, shivering. She looked very scared. I busted out crying, tears rolling quickly down my face. My baby died.. dead... dead... the words kept repeating my my mind. I ran back to my Dad, who I could see was trying to hide his tears. I hugged him, and sqeezed him hard, and he started to cry quietly. "Did you tell Mom?" He nodded his head yes. "His body is on the porch." I ran onto the back porch, and didn't see him. I thought my Dad was joking, and put him in another cage somewhere just to see hpw I'll react. But I sat don on the ground, and there was his body, under a chair. I ran over and picked him up. I rocked him and sang to him, hoping he'll come back to life. I checked over him to see what could have killed him, but there were no marks. That was the first time I ever held a bird, and it was pitiful, I was holding my dead bird's body. I went back inside after setting down Fluffy's body. "You don't need to hold him much anymore. He could be sick and had a disease, and Tweety might get it." I looked at m Dad's face,and could tell he was crying hard while I was outside. "What are we going to bury him in?"I asked. He didn't answer, and lead me into his office, and got a light bulb boox. I brabbed it, ran upstairs and decorated it. As I went downstarirs, and saw my Dad and asked, "Do we have to bury him?" My Dad looked at me weird. "He'll decay over time and all that, Emmie. You don't want to see that." I know it was a real weird question, but I was panicking. I was suprised I didn't faint! I put some tissue in the box, and made a matress out of it. I made a pillow out of it, also. Then I put Fluffy's body in it. After that, I put food in it. Told ya, I was in a panic. I sang to Fluffy, and read him a story like I always did when he was alive. Then I told him ," Don't leave Fluf Ball (his nickname) I don't want you to leave. Think of Tweety. She'll miss you. (I just figured out Tweety was a boy) Well, bye Fluff Ball, I love you." And I closed the lid and put duck tape on it so it would stay closed. I told my Dad I was finished, and he lead me back outside, which was now sunny, and he dug a hole by the barn, where there were lots of flowers, it was beautiful. He dug the hole very deep, and I set the box in. My Dad covered the box with some dirt, and I screamed. I was about to faint, but I fought against it. He covered it up more, and I screamed again. He kept on covering it, and I looked away, crying more than ever. He was finished, and patted the dirt down good. Then when we was heading back to my house, my Mom saw me. She left work just to check to see if I was okay. I was getting a fever, and screaming and seeing my dead bird did NOT
help at all! She hugged me, and I continued to cry. Then my bro, Robby noticed what happened, and he moved my MOm out the way and hugged me. All of a sudden, I stopped crying. I just needed Robby (Who is twenty at the moment and still is).
Let's just say, two days later, after thinking Tweety was going to die of shock, we got Sunnyboy and Malachi. He perked right up, and thought Sunnyboy was Flfuffy at first, but figured out he wasn't later. Then came Pixie, then Bluebell, and Tweety loves them all. But for some reson, I hear Fluffy's chirp, and his feather's all over the place... I didn't see any when he died. They aren't Sunnyboy's, they are too dark, but lighter than Malachi's. Like they say, his body just left, and his spirit is still here. I guess it's true.