But then I remembered that it really wasn't aggy. aggy was gone. and then I'd cry.
I researched pet cemeteries but decided that was impractical. Aggy was in my heart forever, she didn't need to be in a marked grave. So I took the box to a vet and asked if they could do something with my little parakeet and they said of course, they'd take care of it. Yeah, the box with all the writing.
Then I decided to go to work. I felt bad, because I'd told a guy in electrical I'd be there in the morning to help him rewire some switches first thing, and here I'd be rollling in at 10:00.
On the way I decided to stop at the UPS and pick up a package I'd ask them to hold. They didn't have it. The request hadn't made it through, so it was out on a truck somewhere. I thanked the lady at the desk and went outside... and then cried again. I cried in my car, driving down the highway.
Got to the office. Snuck in and washed my face. Upstairs, I was relieved to see that no one in my row was actually there, they were all off at meetings. I sat down, logged on, put my headphones on and prayed that no one would see me. Finally the guy who sits next to me got back, and asked what was up, and I just looked at him like nothing and said, "I'm changing the elevator trim actuator logic."
But thirty minutes later I felt like I should talk, so I told him about aggy, and he said he was sorry. Asked if we should have some group moment of silence, and I said no, so he told me a funny story about a hamster he'd had once. I told some more people... I felt better, which is good because engineers are pretty insensitive people. I know, I am one. They don't mean any harm, they just like to keep the mood light. And how.
Went out to lunch. Demonstrated display lighting curves to some folks who needed to know. hung up campaign signs after work. went to church for good friday service.
I still thought a lot about aggy; especially about yesterday morning when I last saw her alive. She looked bad. Sometimes she just had bad days... she's had them for a while. I've taken her to vets twice and they just say, "She's a ten year old bird with a splayed leg. It's wearing on her. There's not a whole lot we can do."
But yesterday she was worse. She wasn't in her little rock house, she was out by her food dish looking frustrated (most of you haven't owned parakeets, so you can't picture a frustrated or upset parakeet, but bird owners know, okay?). I asked if she was alright. I reached in and petted her and she tried to turn around and chew on me like she usually does when I'm screwing with her and she wants to say she loves me. I gave her fresh water and she climbed up and drank some and I said, "There you go, that's my aggy. You just gotta wake up!" I petted her again and then went to work. I thought about her during the day, but didn't get home until late, and when I got here I checked my e-mail and it wasn't for several minutes before I noticed how quiet everything was. I went in my room. She was dead. I said her name, told her to wake up, asked her to come back, and laid down and sobbed until my stomach hurt and I couldn't see out of my eyes anymore.
I'd known it was time. There was a time a few months ago when my parents came, and said "This bird is old. Let us know if... something sad happens." After that I was paranoid. I'd get home, rush to my room, and if aggy was asleep I'd wake her up, and if she was in her house I'd make her come out, because I wanted to know she was okay. After a while I relaxed, because she kept being okay. And this bird is special... her first death sentence came the day she hatched, by my family, and then the next day, from the vet. Ever since she was born in my room people have tried to tell me she was dying and I need to distance myself. But she never died. And I never distanced myself.
So now I'm here trying to figure out how to come back to this quiet apartment, where nobody's chirping along happily to Le Tigre, nobody's shuffling around before bedtime, nobody's waking up when the sun rises and calling to me to do the same. I can't replace aggy.
she's gone and I just have to keep going.