I’m walking around the office in a bit of a daze today (they don’t give Bereavement Leave when someone’s pet dies… Why not?) trying to put the pieces of my heart back together. Fortunately, both of my bosses (one for the company I work for, one for the client I service) are away this week, so if I really needed to I could take off.
My older brother called me a little while ago to say he had an extra ticket to the baseball game tonight… I think it will help me take my mind of things to get completely out of my normal element (rather than sitting around at home or at Chocoholic‘s house).
I wanted to go home and check on Orson to see how he’s doing all alone, but I guess a few more hours won’t make too much difference, and I’ll spend some time with him before I go to bed. One thought that came to mind was that this is probably the very first time in his life that he has been ALL ALONE. In the past whenever I went away for the weekend, he still had Ridley there to talk to.
I’m also hoping this period of lonliness will make him bond with me a bit more; he’s been a bit aloof over the past few months as it is.
Because Ridley was so old (the best guess life expectancy I could find for budgies was 7-8 years), I’d kind of been preparing myself for the inevitable. It didn’t make it any easier to deal with when it finally happened. Such is Life.
And Life will go on.
