Sheogorath, you were named after a prince of madness, and you lived up to that name every day.
The store was filled with dozens of budgies, but out of them all, you and Lasagna caught our eyes. We were amused as you inflicted revenge on the person who clipped your wings, as you sprinted across the store, running under shelves and causing her to be bitten by her own parrot in her cage.
Sheogorath, you learnt to "step up" so quickly, but your intelligence told you that you could just walk away instead of listening to us. We joke now with sore hearts that you're refusing to step up for God in heaven. We imagine that you fly free among the angels in the sky, teaching them how to be mischievous, bringing laughter to a quiet meadow.
You were only 4 months old when you first got sick, we knew you weren't the strongest, and our time with you would be limited. We hope in these 2 years we gave you everything you loved. You loved to sing and bob to musical soundtracks, you loved whole pieces of apple, corn, capsicum, and leafy greens, you loved Pluto and Lasagna, and despite your protests I know you loved sitting on our shoulder or head.
You survived so many infections, heavy metal toxicity and organ damage. You fought so hard every time to live another day to wake up chattering to the radio. You made medicating and injecting you so incredibly difficult, but it was so worth it in the end to see you bright and happy again. I still remember driving late at night to collect an incubator for you, so you wouldn't get cold one night and you've spent many nights by my side keeping warm in it. We knew we wouldn't have much time with you, and we told you as often as we could that you were our little boy and that we loved you so much.
You got so sick this time, we knew in our hearts that it was time to prepare to say our goodbyes. Thank you my sweet boy, for letting me be there for your last breath, to be able to tell you how much we loved you, to give you your last kiss and we hope dearly that you knew how much we cared for you.
We hope you're somewhere warm, because you're always shivering
We hope there is an orchard, for your apple obsession
We hope there are corn fields, and vegetables of all kind
We hope the millet fields are endless, growing with your favourite oat groats
We hope your favourite radio station gets reception there
We hope you can dance and chatter to musical soundtracks all day long
We hope God is running around chasing you, trying to give you a kiss on the head
and we hope you run from him, because that is what you would do
There is no one in the world that can tame your heart, you are unique and special
Fly free Sheo, free from pain, free from the cold, free from suffering
We will meet again one day
In a warm place
Rest easy my sweet little boy
Lots of love, kisses and hugs
M, J & your feathered family <3
